At night
When she unveils her body,
A fragrance fills the air,
He is into the coolest springs.
In a few moments
He is back from the torrents.
The whispering wind is still alive,
The fragrance hasn’t left the vales.
From these singing dales
He thinks of those fire-flies!
They are born in moments
And soon to perish- what do they taste?
Childhood? Youth?
Sex and love?
A timeless age, the feel of rainbow,
And the whispering cascades of life?
Be it anyway,
They too yearn the springs of life.
As the moments crop their wings,
They too crawl for air and scent.
This is an endless quest,
This is the timeless zest.
Every breath is an urge to live,
Every beat is a hope for a dawn.
a very beautiful piece ravi.. ''This is an endless quest, This is the timeless zest. Every breath is an urge to live, Every beat is a hope for a dawn'...a very expressive poem and this will go to my fav..naizz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write my friend