Seasons come and go, leaving memories of hereditary
reminders on waysides of living.
Gathering decisions like wild flowers in bouquets of
reminiscence.
Talking of vibrant issues within niches of coagulated
being, recognizing interesting factions through
patterns of forgiveness.
Messages being sent to heaven in wisps of candle flames,
rising higher with every prayer.
Soliciting an attentive initiative towards endings of
life.
(9: 29 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem