Blooming moonlit smiles on pink beds of roses
Dew drops falling down as white pure pearls
Winter stricken land shivering and quivering
With unseen hug of chill and fervor
The sun patiently waiting days and days
The drama and dance of ego to fall down
As flurry fairies from the mid-firmament
Suddenly fury blushes his red face
With thousands of hands as rays
As lasers striking the depth of cold
Melting it down to earth and drinking
Greedily till the last dropp evaporates
The next minute, from the ashes of the grave
Takes birth a new wish as a phoenix
With chirruping and somersault jumping
Whim for living renews as ever with sweet thoughts
Past drops and gets dumped down
Layers of the mind as a basement
Life never turns empty: It’s a magic vessel
Empty it, the next moment it gets filled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem