It was cold and dark...
My dog preferred a howl...
Rather than a bark..
My eyes were moist with traces of tears....
Every one besides me...was blue with fear...
I could rarely figure...
Who stood beside me...
But could easily hear...
Their cries that obliged me....
And then I traced my shadow...
Amongst others in dark
Smiling at me...
And clinching near my path
But as that smile....
Traveled nearer to me....
My eyes got heavy....
And my lungs eager to breathe....
And as my heart started beating faster...
I heard the voice...of my father.....
“Come my child, come in my arms
You are about to be free...
Of the worldly charms”
And when my shadow....
Finally joined me....
It was the time.....
for my soul to be free...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem