I roam here and there
Asking everybody, ‘Who is dear? ’
Life or death, joy or sorrow,
Dark or light, friend or foe.
Day after day, year after year,
Time passes, none comes to near.
Many a gain and loss in life,
But I never lose my grip.
I welcome eightieth winter.
As moribund, still longing for answer.
Lastly someone whispers in my ear
That 'All are Near and Dear'.
When I open my third eye
Both sides of a coin I see.
When I open my third eye Both sides of a coin I see. Yes, All are Near and Dear. Beautiful poem Suman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All truly is near and dear for those who wish to witness the beauty and bounty of all around them. This is a pleasant reminder that we need slow down and appreciate life...PEACE