The Snow Lovers
A Poem by Mukeshkumar Mafatlal Raval
'dedicated to my students....'
Every time
I climb
the spiral of that temple,
My heart shivers,
My legs behave abnormally,
but i push them up,
I begin my prayer,
my eyes see the hearts pre-occupied,
darkened with the ashes of dead thoughts,
the effigies of capitalism,
the products of absurdity,
showing no signs of recovery,
nor a wink of remorse on their faces....
not ready to welcome the spring of light.
They love chill, snow, cold, ice and being frozen...
a mere thought of spark or fire
makes them afraid,
these doves only chat, surf and murmur,
they are sure to lay eggs of dead tomorrow,
I feel my eyelids getting heavier,
I can not see,
I withdraw and get lost in my own realms,
I descend with the weight of evolution on my shoulders,
and reach at the gate,
a little shabby soul appears before me,
he greets me with his eyes piercing into my heart,
and gently asks me a question.
My heart beats regain normalcy,
My eyes can see clearly...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed.... well penned