Somewhere, in the midst of summer-filled ambience portraying life as light in abundance,
It was all beautiful and dreary at the same time- dreary as death in the next moment and beautiful
like the flower petals dropping like eyes suddenly closed, full of tears in the morning. This is what he
envisioned once before the light was gone from his life. It was for him to find ways of holding on and
take a chance to meet the fears he thought would kill him. All the moments together shouted at him…
"You are alive" and at that moment he was ready to accept death as he felt he has lived and exhausted
all moments of life. But, to his surprise, death held his hand and took him through the other door where
Light was waiting to tell him.. "I am here". In that moment, he found he belonged to this world always
and there is everything he needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem