The train passed through the tunnels
Filling my senses with void and emptiness
As though darkness signaled the end
It was like holding on to the past and fend
I heard a whisper and felt a breath
From deep inside
That said, “It is no use holding on to life
It is like an avalanche on the terrain
Time will take a toll of what shall remain
Every day need celebration
Filled with fun and jubilation”
This octogenarian was snoring
Defying all behest, ignoring
Smiling he incoherently murmured
I went near almost to his chest
“Lucky birds have seen that light
It’s so luminous and so very bright”
He then turned the other side
I felt my pulse twitching inside
I felt sad that I left my home
My little one must be crying alone
I should have reconciled
Compromised and felt glorified
I should have fed my toddler
Been more tolerant, judicious
Painted red and blue on my canvas
The train came to a sudden halt
With lightening speed I ran
Desperate to reach home
Eager to be with my dear ones
Stumbled and fell
I bled like hell
“You have been working hard honey
Drink some tea and don’t worry about money
Let me give you a massage
There’s news you can’t envisage
I will tell you after you finally awake
Life will change after the daybreak! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreaming is a beautiful phase at times...