Twinkling lanterns shone high
In the Johnstown night sky
In a fashion not seen for years.
At least not by me. But then again,
When do I scan the starry reaches
For those flickers of radiance?
This night I jogged thud after thud
Of tarry motorway, running fast,
Thinking deep, escaping very far.
Snow had fallen for one whole
Week now. The fields held it
Softly like a newborn baby.
A silver glimmer it was to me
At a time when no sight could have
Filled me this night with as much
Relief and human delight as this,
This wonderful sight.
Everything else kept sparkling
As if it was a snow of closure that
It was then I realised I was
Emerging from a vast tunnel
And there was light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem