That stone ossifies in continuous strain
from ages, who knows when
like a mortal blow from the sky or
a dream of death torrids a mortal mind in some prickly pain
who knows when
The sky feels unsure or does whim
leading a life of an idle dream
tortoise's desire for a moon
me also thought the same
so in some profaned aim
in gesture of a friend as if to quest alreday
how are you today?
The stone smiles
like a fang of ignores
as if wants me to look at the baby waves play
and kiss everytime they find him like an age old child
wanton careless in a stark wander for a mirth
an ageless joy beyond all life and death!
The tree nearby in just one branch nods in gay
some sparrows within hearken
their kids stop crying, just looken
beyond a simple life untrodden
of joy or sorrow, life or death
simpler than an odd desire dreaden
who knows when
This world may listen!
copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
who knows when....... true, no one knows when and where of anything happening or not happeing on this earth. another thoughtful poem regarding nature. thanks for sharing. take care