All the unknowns
Floating in the air
Like the tiny drops
of vapour,
unable to bear
the pain of the darkness
the early morning wind
out of colossal grief
becomes numb
thick and cold
after collecting them
one by one
together then
it drops
in the form of
diamond dew
on the sharp blades
of green grass
reflecting rays
in thousand colours
making fun out of your
glistering ignorance
We always live into the realm of certain kind of fear that is unknown and here an unknown by you nice bhai
Unknown is always glistering. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned, very profound