The sky is ablaze with scorching sun
Burning, and the cloud shields not
Hitting hard the ground
leaving leaves to wither.
But it came at night
A beaming moon in the dark
Hushing the ground with tender breeze
Glittering onto it, brighter stars
Even when light starts to dim
For light now disappeared
but the glittering stars as my candle
With trembling hands, I pulled,
from my cradle the veil of reality.
Greeting my eyes is a brewing storm
Striking the air with bright lightning
Occupying the space with emptiness
And after the storm it came,
a cozy sunshine with soothing breeze.
Then it dawned on me,
the duality of life.
The harsh pounce of despair
like a poised panther on lamb
devouring it beyond reform.
And the tender touch of hope
like a sucking child in mother's lap.
The once grieving sky
now wears glimmering smile of sunset
And at night, a beaming moonlight
with sparking stars
And it reveals to me,
the eclipse of reality
with the sky as life's gentle guide.
© Heritage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem