Someday
A whisper of light
will fall on this desolate stretch
bringing with it Life and Love
On that day
I
With cupped hands
will nourish it
with nectar of integrity
and
Honey of honesty
Caring it with unflinching devotion
nurturing it with unbridled love
protecting it with violent ferocity
That very day
The same whisper of light
will bring back
the lost sparkle
into my vacant eyes,
shine to my pale lips,
and spring to my tired soul.
Till that auspicious day
I
Must wait
endlessly
with divine patience
and parched lips
Till that auspicious day
I
must absorb the dirt and grime
that chokes my soul
and embrace pain and sorrow
and watch simple desires
die a valiant death
Someday
A whisper of light
will surely fall on this desolate stretch
bringing with it Life and Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem