A speck of light broke into the dark dungeon
And there was a smile on the inmates face
This smile was not spun from rekindled hope
But was born out of primal joy!
The very same thought I had in mind, the soon I read this poem; the one Mr. M.R. Nair, has written in his comment: '' of a baby emerging into the world ''. A great poem!
Yes, that is the primal joy of a baby emerging into the world. That memory lingers on. It is that after which perhaps even self-realization is termed enlightenment. Short and beautiful. (10)
Smile has taken birth from primal joy. Wonderful composition is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic flow of words. Beautiful write. Loved reading it.