One evening, beyond those crystal hillsides-
Rests my thoughts, away from the world,
Of woes and despair, deeply entrenched
With her arrive, fire-works of descending horizon.
Forgotten, the religion enshrined with,
When I was welcomed –mirth of cry-
Thunders! Storming ahead, looming over hope-
To alight upon her- smile, Lord’s decree!
I owe! From top to toe-
To sing the beauty of her creation,
With no rhythm, no lyrics- they perceive
Democracy thy virtue, dreams don’t wane!
Sing, with thy heart, pouring with ecstasy-
At thy creation; mirthful lyrics aloud when
My days pass with the river, in full moon tide-
Ravages lie immortal; Humanity is my Religion!
humanity is my religion, great write Deba, thanks. Read my new short poems and say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great thought bhaiya..........really good..........