The Tranquil Home.
Lo! how the sun peeps through,
The shadowy margin of symphonic horizon,
And converges into the azure rainbow,
Setting around the watery unconscious.
The mandatory summon impels,
The return voyage of the pilgrims,
Washing off the memories -bond,
And to be oblivious of Time's ebb and tide!
The invisible Mariner is on divine boat,
To carry your soul to transparent Impossible,
Joyous was the travel with love and faith,
And there too be, after the removal of earthen urn.!
Had not been here the house calmly radioactive!
Don't moan and bother for the tyranny of passions,
You would be mended by the Father,
And would be graced for another pilgrimage!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem