I woke up in despair,
Everything felt gloomy and a snare,
Hurts, distresses and awful memories,
Only I could think of, but eyes with no tears.
In my dark chamber,
The bright rays of sun were assembled,
I traced the source of these bright rays,
And found, it was sun who portrayed.
It was still gloomy- nothing has changed,
Even the bright rays of sun still remained,
Soon I realised nothing can steal sunlight,
Therefore, I understood and began to smile.
At night I could not sleep,
As I couldn't forget the insults, world heaped,
Fear, insecurities and emotional persecution
Only I could remember, but to be relieved I found no solution,
In my lighted room where I was sleeping,
My attention suddenly shifted to a painting,
I saw a beautiful lotus blooming in the dirt,
It was supported by a base so, it was not frightened.
I still could not sleep,
And was gazing at the painting,
I realised the lotus was not frightened,
Therefore, I remembered my support and then I turned off the lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, so nicely penned! Worthy of 10++