The paddy field and the tender breeze,
the freezing stream below my knees;
The chirping bird and the soring kite,
all made it a delightful site!
The urchins play and the maidens sing,
with a happy note praising the king;
The jingle bells and my gentle croon,
complemented the fun-filled noon!
An yellow light stretched in quite,
like a demon's teeth shining bright;
And a loud thud pierced my ears,
leaving me numb with drops of tears!
The gentle croon from my parched throat,
faded away like an useless quote;
My hapless cheeks let the freezing stream
melt away like a wax in flame!
A minute of joy and a minute of sorrow
made me wonder what's in store for tomorrow;
A minute of wonderment and a minute of bewilderment
puzzled me to the core on life's testament!
A tiny slumber seethed in my tender eyes,
shunning my thoughts away from the worldly wise;
A deep comfort gripped my solitude soul,
as I was reducing to ashes like a burning coal!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
burning coal reducing to ashes, good one
Thanks Gajanan