[There's a beautiful framed photograph of a red rose bud
Lying on grass, with dew drops across a fence at dusk!
Was it meant for a beloved beyond man made borders.....?
Who dropped it and why, and who was it meant for?
My mind goes in spin about life and separation;
And I sob and moan even more out of sheer desperation.]- Quoted from the poem 'Life and art', the book of Mamta Agarwal's poetry anthology, 'An Untold Story of a Pebble'
I cannot grumble you what kind of lumber
you have to use on my house.
But make sure that would be solid
for another generation?
Main door should face the North
As I want to watch the North Star
in awful nights,
One window to East
I love to see the Sunrise
as same as one to West
for Sunset......................!
Do not make the doorbell
because my eternal friend
gives false alarm always?
And please fix a secret door
at the back for an emergency exit
to run away when E'death taps
the front door with her cheesy fingers?
to the poetess Mamta Agarwal with gratitude!
nimal p.dunuhinga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.