I recall the sight,
It was a dreary night
And lying ahead
Was a murky vale.
I didn’t know
What it was though-
A summer rhyme
Or a fairy tale……
Still I stood,
Till the river would
Pull me in-
In its mighty stream.
And what a ride!
It pushed aside
All pallor of
All broken dreams…..
I was floated then
Till it changed the lane
And went beneath;
Well beneath the riverbed.
A lovely coast
With-I guess- no host
I was thrust upon
And it spread ahead.
I smelt the sand
Of this lovely land
As I staggered on
With dreamy eyes
And then I heard
(The hum was aired)
“A mystery lies
A mystery lies,
Awaiting men
Is a golden pen
And a golden plate
For you to write, just with & on.
Scribble through
It’ll become true: ”
From a dreary night
To a nascent dawn…!
A dais stood, wooden, old
And while passing, the air told,
“A stellar luck,
A divine link.”
There was set
A golden plate
And a golden pen
With silver ink.
And just when
I’d pick the pen
The plate did melt
And the ink did dry.
I didn’t know
Why it happened so
And till today
I don’t know why………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem