Look, she runs on the beaches, in and out of the waves
Leaving imprints on sands, seeing them washed away
Like the mare on trot, unmindful if she holds her sway
There for her is the Earth, the Sea, and all the waves.
With her wings of care, flying to that heavenly place
Where she can rest, free of this human bondage! !
It's noble and kind to free a bird, than to encage
Kindness can ‘kill’ in a man, even that surging rage!
‘Love him or leave him’ is easily said than done
Sharing and caring and to remember all the fun
It’s difficult to ‘delete’ all that your heart opined
The fingers refuse what the heart has in mind!
The anguish and pain expelled like a water plume
If the tears you shared were of joy and not gloom
A frown fails, and a sweet whisper castes its image
Kindness can ‘kill’ in a man, even that surging rage!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem