Orange..........the light one.........The evening sky,
Looking so patient and cold, before turning into harsh red
At that time…….I was afraid….looking through the final glares, I Wonder
whether frightened birds were coming back or going away from the Horizon? ? ?
Red……….the bloody one………Before the Peaceful night,
Warming me to survive till the next morning, though it is harsh and hard
When I finally look down surrendering those final glares
On the milky snow………….I wonder, is the Ice really on fire? ? ?
Black……the pitch one………which I like the most! !
Brings me back to my home, though it is blind! !
I feel the cherubic smile on the face of my wife and the little one,
As he scurry away after a warm hug with me, I felt he was energized somehow,
And when I hug her finally, I think I am energized, too! ! ! !
I looked into her eyes with a little sorry, for not able to give her enough,
She never reflected it back…..never….never
And till the next morning…..I feel alive…..the Yellow one! ! ! ! ! ! !
copyright ©® Sheel Patel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes nice one i could feel that latent heat -10 anjali (do read mine MYSTIC GODDESS OF LOVE)