For him
It was a morning
Cool, serene and mystifying
For not hours ago
The day king visited his house
With basket full of golden beam
Of celestial lustre
That shone dews around
Sparkling like million stars
Scattered and rested upon ground
I wish I could hug them
And enshrine in my poetry
Before they were gone with the sun
Unto that region of purple mystery
And a new guest had just arrived
With a load of chill
That would soon wrinkle our face
And dry our lips
Yet the chariot of our soul
Keeps on going
Withstanding every writhe
For it's nature's daughter
Who comes but for a while
Then i asked my brother
"What ails you so much
Oh, that pain in abdomen
Going up and up, i know not where"
Then l saw him
While transacting a breath for life
He came down on my arm with a sigh of relief
Choosing a path leading to neither home
Nor mother's bosom
It was another heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Choosing a path leading to neither home nor mother's bosom is so sad. Death brings the way to heaven. Corona virus has frightened the world and we feel the sorrow. We should be careful always. This poem makes a reader very emotional.