This is a necklace,
mind the magician made.
Sometimes, it feels like an illusion.
Sometimes, it feels like a reality.
Magic often makes me wonder
Reality shows me it's meaning.
As someone comes in love and power,
grab the necklace from me,
owns it for a long time,
throws it away useless,
Illusion makes me feeble.
It gives only long-lasting pain.
Reality makes me meaningful.
Being a spectator, I learn to wear it,
the necklace, this necklace of freedom.
Let its thread be strengthened.
Love, death, pain and stress
storm, flood, draught and fire,
comes and goes, I look upon them,
like a spectator wearing the necklace
How cool I am there!
How nice this necklace is!
I started learning to love it,
like a selfless nice spectator
Even at this late age of mine,
this necklace is so beautiful!
Mohanan.V. Nair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem