Soul On My Palm Poem by Penky Yumnam

Where the soul open his eyes,
I walk bare foot;
Sweat melodies lingers my ears:
Soft blossom feels beneath my foot.

Soul in my hand, I walk, it gliters;
Joyfully, merrily, I caress;
With it in my hand, flower showers,
Smile on my lips, my heart sings senseless.

At times, sad song enters my mind.,
Wearily, I sang many times;
perhaps, knowing the sad ending and morn,
If time goes by and if truth it happen.

If the soul in my hand darkened,
If it flies away;
My beautiful path shall stormed;
With tears flooded in awe.

Even if flowers still bloom and sing
to me, and feel soft still on my feet
But tears shall rain;
And with a memmory in my heart, I sall lay.