I can only imagine.....
I could lay my hands upon my wand
I know where it will lead me
To the tall pine forests
Where I'll play under the tree with the sun
I would drench myself in the tears of joy
How I would run down the distant valley
The strong wind will lift my hat gently
I shall follow it in a hurry
The green earth will be my bed
And the big leaves of the palm tree will give me shade
I will wade through the pure waters of the mountains
The nectar of the flowers will quench my thirst
I will lie down on the heather
The pillow full of feather will burst
The red rose will brush against my hand
Then my woes I will remember
That I can only imagine……..
In reality, The cursed path I tread upon
The dry leaves that I hear beneath my shoe
The owls staring unflinchingly down at me
Hooting in the moonlit night
Scaring me only further
I break down beneath the tree
My lamp is blowing out
I have now left only with me stick that is stout
But will it protect me from the ghosts
Dwelling beneath the trees
My friends have turned out to be foes
And here I am
Pelting stones not Knowing where to go
But one day I will I am sure leave these memories behind
I believe in Thee Lord and You will help me my entangled path find.
That day day it shall not be my imagination that willmy thoughts bind
I will dance down the valley on my legs hind.
-Aparimita Das
You let loose your imagination and pen it down with great style.
you have painted two contrasting scenarios, with ease. the flow and imagery is grand, good phrases used to. the ending is simply great....keep it up shona
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never have I read anything better in my life.