Whenever a cloud of darkness
Hovers over my horizon
Or a strong breeze
Attempts to uproot me,
A slightest feeling of uneasiness
Or confounding thoughts
That leave me high and dry
Or at times while I am lost in the crowd
And despair to get out of it,
Then you ask-
If I'm not well
And what's gone wrong.
I would wonder-
How does one know
Not being around
When those others
Staying so near fail to know
When something goes wrong.
Someone said-
'Telepathy ' is it
And the basis of such feelings is
Nothing but love
Only love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem