As i was strolling in the tall silk grass..
soft touch of soil beneath my foot created a feeling
as if i was roving in a sweet dream.
i walked for some distance
and, heard a known voice calling my name,
and i looked at the place where the voice was coming from
, but to my astonishment
I found no one there except me and my loneliness.
I just nodded my head, smiled slightly
feet started walking over again on the same way where it lead
the atmosphere enchanting one created a kind of grace in my heart..
Unknowingly the pleasing climate,
the soft blowing wind
were giving me the signs that
I'm going to see something special
that belongs only to me.,
the precious thing which was always mine.,
which had been mine for all the last births..
but don't know what it was...
I'm just wandering and wandering on the same way....
hoping i could find that some day…..
In this world, the only thing which will always be with us is our soul... our soul gives us life, after the death it still wanders in search of life and again we are alive... Nice poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Jinal for your beautiful comments. :) i will love to read your poems too...will get back to you after readin dem...