when it thundered yesterday, as if
the heaven was moaning,
groaning with pain and anger,
i thought of you, who is the master of
the jigsaw....life
saw the cracks in the lightening
invisibly mend.
like the cracks in our mind,
heals with your touch.
aware of the lightening, and storm
in the cool afternoons you are the balm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The puzzle of life, complete jigsaw to make all one. Perfect Ritty