I was in distress
with troubles to compress
time left was less
life was a mess
and I was depressed
I came back home
not knowing how to face
those troubles that to my life caressed
I broke down with my face buried in fist
and eyes readyto burst
then a voice i heard full of trust
'what's the matter child, are you hurt? '
It was my mother
with the aura of an angel
I couldn't help but hug her
My ears then witnessed a sound
that made me feel out of danger
it was my mother's heart beat
soft, promising and sweet
and made me want to keep listening to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Subu. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.