I kissed the sky
The cloud melted and fell;
I touched the Moon
Darkness covered the atmosphere;
I stepped into the wild river
The sun settled sooner;
I wanted to see the birds
A storm billowed the woods;
I hid in the forest
The petals drooped into the dust;
The cosmos says- come not
The flowers say- touch not
Not knowing what and what not to do
I cried loud in the air and you said
‘Follow me not’; I shouted louder-
‘Oh touch me and let me melt into vapour’
You merged with the glory of all heavens
Leaving me behind dusted and buried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholy is dripping from lines. wonderful creation.
Thank you sister for the faithful comment.