As a petal is bearing
a pearl of dew
my soul bears
sweetness of
this radiant life.
it is shiny
it is mobile
it is fluid and
it is impatient
to diverge.
my soul is proud
to bear such a
precious drop.
it cups the pearl
so fondly that
it can hold it safe.
but, soon comes the breeze.
the petal dangles
and the pearl drifts.
below there is a
heap of pebbles
at that moment
i realised
how helpless and
powerless
my soul is
even in a
single whiff of air!
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By
A. NAZAR
KERALA
INDIA
nazarabdul251@gmail.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem