Whenever the Sun rises from the far east
And sets in the deep west,
I think I am close to Paradise!
When the birds chirp and the cuckoos sing,
I think I am close to Paradise.
When I feel the coldness from the moon,
My eyes close instantly and I slip into cheerful dreams and then,
I think I am close to Paradise!
These thoughts drag me into the depths of
Heaven’s fantasies, consoling my hurt soul.
It makes me feel so light! !
Oh so light! !
That I could fly! !
But then suddenly something dreadful happens,
The axe of hatred and vice snaps the rope of virtue and goodwill
And then I begin to wonder:
“was it a dream? ? Or was I just close to Paradise! ! ”
--Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
[1995]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem