For the smiles had turned
Tears in crimson color
The coriander vase had been broken
In smooth passage after much wailing
Life breathed its end
Under the gun point in fears
Bullet fires were the last
Loud voices heard corporal
On the edge of the cyclical phenomenon
Anxieties soaring for the rites
Human dignity in jeopardy
Spirits had visited the haunted abode
When all respect was restored
In the country preparing
For a long war
Happiness was dear but associations
Into the corner of the dark room
Make breath in music sing
Under looming thunders
Lavishness of rich cuisines
For the grieved from traditions
Love was still visible
I had seen immense beauty
In death she looked angel
26/5/2009
'I had seen immense beauty In death she looked angel' Touchy and nice 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that mixes the tragedies of the individual with that of a nation, where the preperations are made for long drawn war and its miseries. Well penned. 10+++