Sitting alone on the road,
he was reluctant to move...
when a hand came in,
dont know from which groove...
Healing was the touch,
like an angel came by...
rejuvenating his soul,
which was almost dry...
It raised him up,
gave him a direction to walk,
like a beam of light struck in,
which scattered the dark...
He got the love,
the child was in search for...
So pure was the touch,
which he always craved for...
world got a warrior back,
which was lost somewhere...
it was for that angel in his life,
which appeared from nowhere...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really wonderful poem, like it. a fantastic write.