Her home was housed upon the mountain high
Where the earth rose steeply to embrace the sky,
Where clouds and dreams in tandem roam
Mix and mingle unhindered in their celestial home.
I knew her almost from her birth
As a toddler when she took her first faltering steps,
She grew up into a child lively and bright
Charming, cheerful and full of delight.
Her parents were simple hill-folk
Yet they about their daughter with admiration spoke
For they too were well aware their child was a treasure
And from her glitter they drew happiness in no less measure.
Her parents moulded in their heart many colourful dreams
Poor hill-folks who themselves could not afford them by any means,
The promising girl was about to turn fourteen
She was an angel in her early teens.
But on her birthday she took ill
People said it was due to the unseasonal mountain chill,
Her body raved like a furnace hot
But with braveness she her ailment fought.
Sadly, on the third day she lost her fight
Bravely, peacefully, around mid-night that somber night -
Her loss we mountain folk with bitterness still mourn
Vagaries of life may sometimes pierce us like a thorn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem