into the open
skies
balloons rising
and then
bursting.....
into this earth
from its
maiden womb
babies are born
destined
to perish....
it is only in
between these
moments
when buds turn to
flowers
when balloons are
filled with
helium
when babies smile
and walk and
become men and women...
at the last page
they all perish......
i take a slice of
this moment
to have a kiss with
you
or just some sips
of coffee
or just a touch of your
hand
it will not just
be my hands
or a kiss upon my
palm
and then i perish
without regrets....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it will not just be my hands or a kiss upon my palm....here is the essence of the poem. Beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.