As I shut
my eyes, I feel
my own carcass
in a vulturous flight
high above
in the sky
dark and frightening.
Strokes of times axes
penetrating deeper
and deeper
in to my wounds
very personal and private.
I open my eyes
see the little flower
blooming bright and beautiful
peeping out
of the shrub
bent in the storm
cut variously
with
cruelty of fate,
emitting fragrance
in the ether unlimited
let me forget
times stroke painful.
Me, come out of the cocoon
of darkness
try to keep open
the eyelids to fix the pupil
in a yogic posture.
This is a beautiful, but so expressive from your emotional heart. So delicately powerful, that rhymes wonderfully..
Thanks for your appreciation of the emotions in the poem. I loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the little flower that adds color and life...A well written poem...I enjoyed reading it. thank you, Kumar...a huge 10 :)
Thanks mam for kind appreciation and comments I loved it.