Voice to be heard
Voice to be felt
Voice to be understood.
But, beyond it
something touches the horizon
that is to be discovered.
Is it loneliness,
or some story spoken
long years back,
Is it about the adventure
of childhood,
or about the days of youth
when spring just stood to
listen the poetry of love birds.
Voice to be heard
to be felt
to be understood
in the approaching old age
when nobody is there,
only loneliness, the friend
so dear to the heart
tells stories of whole life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very probing poetry...pondering around here and there