April 6,2015
It was a Monday,
After Easter,
Heavens opened up,
Rain drops fell like wine on the parched earth,
Left the earth dizzy,
Drunk with nectar of love,
From skies above
Had not been keeping well,
Skipped college, did not go to office
Lazed around the whole day,
Thoughts made me restless and sleepless,
And a power outage,
Made it more difficult,
The night before,
Forgot to charge the emergency light,
Today, lit the candle on the wooden table,
Played with molten wax falling from the candle,
Mother grew wild at my amusements
Last time, my negligence left the brown table with a black burnt mark,
After being scolded, stuck the candle on a steel glass,
The flames flickered in the wind,
I could hear noises from outside my window,
It was windy,
Latched the wooden door,
To protect the flame from dying in the wind…
Which is stronger?
Wind or fire, I still ponder
As dusk grew darker,
The night was not silent,
Heavy yet brief spell of shower,
Had given a fresh lease of life to many
Tiny little insects made mighty calls,
Frogs croaked,
At dinner table,
Father told me the story of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables
With mind full of characters,
I went to sleep…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Vinya. I enjoyed it very much