In the surge of wind memories cast,
Somewhere In the nook of my bosom,
Sometimes glows the piece of ember
Smouldering under ashes of dreams
Dreams climbing up the far heights
Like vines with bunches of grapes
Were trapped in wild fire and burned
Reducing to ashes and hot ember
The spirit of fire lying silent in slumber
Breathes in memories, breathes out pains
To cater a new morn to be born anew
As a dragon to swallow the fire of evils
Many dreams slip from our hand and they become ashes of the past. Profound poem.10**
Yes, dear Asim. Though the dreams have been reduced to ashes somewhere under theashes there lies a piece of ember unnoticed
The value of things that easily acquired fades in no time but dreams really labored is very special. Even fighting with evil seems small. Beautiful insightful poetry sir.
Thank you very much Vrsha. Everybody has an ember hidden in thei depth of heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem comes up with some most fascinating images involving memories, dreams, wild.fires and ashes which could always add a new meaning to life. I would like to quote from the poem: The spirit of fire lying silent in slumber Breathes in memories, breathes out pains
Thank you very much Rajnishji. We dream from many angles of life and the dreams are destroyed in wild fire of anarchy. Yet a spark lies alive under the ashes and at times the spark of dream catches fire and begins to rise