Little a passionate tune
Always played from an instrument
Not known exactly its origin
But feel much pleasant to sacrifice
Life and death
Light and dark
A man passing through an entire journey
During lifetime
Little a passionate tune
Never stops its continuous craving
Capricious and cool to its non stop variety
Curving the nature of prolific stagnancy
Naturally inherits we all by birth
And puts here a flag to restore the identity eternal
From a source not known exactly but we can
Little a passionate tune
Brings the heavenly light
Not known the source exactly
But it pleases a life to rejuvenate with death
Defeating all its treacherous conspiring credibility
Little
Little
But its passionate placidity
Somehow surrendering to its origin
Unknown but feel much dearing!
Pranab k c
06/06/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem