You gave birth to a little soul,
Who died the same moment,
You conceived it in your womb.
The deceased was nothing but a melody,
Orchestrated by the Creator Himself.
Can you listen to the dying notes once more?
Of the unheard song…
Can you feel the pain once again?
Of the unsaid words…
Can you re-live the life?
Of the unlived one…
It’s all due to our love for the unloved germs,
Which is making our souls infected…
We are all close to the extinction of our holy spirits,
Only because,
We fear to listen;
And we have nothing to say…
Speak,
Before your tongues get palsied…
Listen,
Before Chopin, Beethoven and Mozart of this era,
Would be dead again…
I have composed a quartet,
For your fatigued ears;
Listen fastidiously and suffer the agony,
And then think twice,
Before listening to it again…
If you have a heart to lose;
Then,
Turn your ear to my heart’s symphony…
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I would like to translate this poem
harldy does one find an ear that can turn to hear a heart's symphony...lose not hope, each is refuge unto one's self!