I kneel down and weep
no, I am not sad
deep within something caresses me
I want to cry without any sorrow steep.
Pain peeps in body and pins me down
As I lay down pinched all over by aging gowns
somebody whispers unto my heart and sings a song
Song I have never heard, with nectar of life throng.
I pray, holding my hands in gratitude
I owe to unknowns my life and all
as I falter every step
some unknown hand it extends from behind.
Tears roll down flooding my breasts
I am touched both at heart and mind with debt and lusts
pain, my pain someone slowly scrubs, with hands of satin
I cry and clap with joy and sadness immensely moved to silent strains.
Gods are moving on earth as men
when I zoomed my vision I did saw them one by one
heart disillusioned I was dying all these days
till one by one tumbled down like boys from haystack heaps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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