This world sometimes becomes harsh,
So harsh that the bright sunlight dims.
No more days shall I live,
Always it seems.
The backyard which was the
Source of all delight
Now comes to gobble me up.
The day then turns dark.
I call my brother to come back
From there, 'cause he is there alone.
None comes out but the cricket's call'
Adds fear to the world unknown.
Mother cries and I cry,
As he won't be back.
The night falls with peach black scene,
Around my love now I lack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes words harass us and sometimes give joy. The day turns in to the dark and again into the light next time. Life swings between birth and death. Child fears and mother cries. But we have to accept the truth as death is the gateway of life. God grants us life to live happily in love and peace. Through death we renew life. A deeply philosophical poem is very well penned...10