Days have passed now,
And nights too,
Since on the wings of eternity
She flew, never to return.
Me, between this earth and a remote sky.
Full of stars at night,
But dumb, cold and unreachable.
And her, well,
Between here and no where.
I cannot stretch my hands to reach her,
Not any more.
I have watched the pruned hibiscus come back,
Spindly stems decked with pale purple blooms.
They are silent,
Tearful with drops of the last showers,
As if to say,
Perk up friend,
We share the same fate!
I cringe at the thought of the trimmer
I die more often than not.
Still I live to embellish this place
And spread happiness.
Pain is here with all of us,
But by chance may not be a punishment.
An unseen hand to wipe your tears,
A breath of coolness to enliven,
A subtle help to pass the next rung.
For he is there,
He who gives the pain
Also always gives the palliative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem