Thou aren't a dream, I see thou smiling
That isn't a smile in dream, dream doesn't have colors in
But when I see thou smiling
I see thy lips, they are red and glossy
Mine isn't a dream, I too smiled when thou did
When thou started walking away,
I stretched my hands and shouted not to go
Mine isn't a dream, my hands pained and
My ears heard my voice
Mine isn't a dream, when you started walking away,
I too started on my legs for you, with the farthest footsteps possible
What secret lies in it?
That I am always behind thou
Despite thou walking and I, running
It isn't in dream, my legs started paining
Thou then walk into shades of shadows
I see nothing then and there
If it was a dream, it shouldn't have nothing
Finally it isn't a dream
For sure it isn't in life
This should be the royal invasion of
Stubborn, arrogant and ever winning divine illusion
And I am the only lonely solider in my kingdom
With no weapons and at least an armor
I am helpless, I give up the fight
I am hopeless, I surrender to that mighty illusion
A while later when I sit exhausted
At the shades of shadows,
Clear like a stream, I hear thy smile
When I can see only the darkest shadows,
Aah, my love, Where can I go with these blind eyes!
The only thing left with me now is a stick of another illusion
Held in my hand for directions
With illusion, into the darkness, I went deep and deep
There might be trees around
With black trunks branches and leaves
I could also sense a stream nearby
Guess it flows with black lather
Alas, my utter blindness.
I made a conscious walk
Counting the angle in turns and numbers in footsteps
Aah, my love, what more hints and marks
Can this blind person create!
I walked, I shouted and I sighed
I cried, I crawled and I sang
To hint thou on my presence
Miles later I fainted and slipped down
With sliding and gliding, in a crack of
A time-built valley, I got struck.
Making the vain endeavors to hold
The grip less smoothest valley, shouted I for help
Saying "Is anybody there, Is anybody there"
A cruel voice followed echoing in the valley
"Fools are those who cry in me"
"Who are you and who is fool" said I in tears
"Its me, your destiny, and its you who are crying in me", replied my destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem