Late evening-
As the day journey come to a moment rest,
Standing on the cliff overlooking lake Ghatapraba,
My heart was struck by the beauty and vastness of the panorama-
As the yellow golden sun kisses the horizon,
Descending like a flaming ball,
Disappearing slowly behind the distant dark hills,
And the sky was a play of beautiful reddish glow,
Reflecting colours on the surface of the dark blue water,
No artist can paint close to this.
O lonely traveller!
This is certainly not a moment of play and laughter,
but for the heart to have deep contemplation,
For the present Life is a short journey,
Where joy and sorrow,
And worldly possessions are simply trials and tribulations,
And meeting the Creator of this beautiful sunset,
is no doubt,
A certainty!
(Belgaum, Dec 2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful, Poem, my Sufi brother. The lake was so amazing, if combined with a wonderful sunset, must be truly fantastic. I could feel the wonder while reading the poem