You are precious.
So precious to me!
I see the morning light through your eyes
While the nimble birds chorus sublime.
I smell the distant muddy rain
which drizzled all through the night.
I hear those quite lullabies you cry
that makes my feeble heart to sigh.
Those unsweetened condiments you nibble
is too unsavoury for me to fiddle.
And then the doting touch
when your fingers unconsciously brush by.
I live all my senses through you
till the creator commands us to untie.
Does the lofty full moon reflects stillness
like quoted in the songs of temple minstrel?
Does the sky holds limitless
like my desire for this new bloom of life to rekindle?
Does the flower that blossoms
blushes like the crimson of my heart?
Does the hustle and bustle around
have a face, name or a cast(role to play) ?
The Questions?
So many unanswered!
And the marvels of life,
I seek to unfold it by me.
I sensed my life through you.
How I yearn to live through me!
Then I hear voices -
Coloured, unyielding and hideous.
I catch whispers -
Biased, cold-hearted and heinous.
The subtle line between
life and death seems so pretentious.
Amidst all the schemes and deception,
I sense your anxious heart
aching for direction.
Mourning for salvation.
Break all the shackles of bondage,
Unleash all the strained strings,
For the love of bond we share
For the sake of countless silent prayers,
those you were worried to utter.
What your bearer did for you,
'Won't you do that for me mother? '
You are precious,
So very precious to me.
Am I precious to you?
I sensed my life through you
Now I yearn to live through me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem