The blanket of night slid off,
A brilliant glow emerged,
That trickled its way down,
Squeezing between clouds,
Letting out a huge yawn,
The sun awoke over the cliffs,
Stretching out his arms,
And the smiling rays traveled,
In glee they watched,
The rich green paradise,
Where flowers bloomed,
Amidst the chatter,
Of birds and butterflies,
The farmers busy on farm,
And there, the city scapers
Abuzz with life and work,
The rays trembled,
To hear the machines roar,
And watched a plane,
That clung to his arms,
And flew by in the sky,
The smile drowned,
As it witnessed,
Bloodshed, bombing and war,
And the dead drift into depths,
Of inhumanity and destruction.
The smile returned,
To see the tiny smiles,
And confident eyes,
That promised to the world,
A new peaceful generation.
The sun's eyes grew tired,
Getting heavier with sleep,
And there his mother sky,
Arrived with the night blanket,
And the stars sang,
To lull him to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Roopa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks