Hustle and bustle
Amidst a rain-soaked early morning
Though in a house seemed a great enterprise
Still dampened the spirit of all here
With no sunshine either
Faces solemn to hearten
Stumbling over the walk sudden
And falling to earth unto breathlessness
An instant she lay motionless
And the sunshine of her eyes stilled
And us imploring for a long sleep
After having slept a wonderful sleep overnight
It was like a lightning with no clouds struck sudden
And God forbade us to react even
For where were the tears?
That merciless rain seemed to have taken them to heaven
And God perhaps called her for reason pertinent
Hustle and bustle amidst a rain-soaked early morning. This is a brilliant poem shared on death topic. Death is truth. Death is merciless. Death takes away everything for m a man. An amazing poem is shared here. Wisely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many many thanks....kumarmani........I am humbled.......