What is heaven and where lies time?
When resting on your bosom
With your heart beating
Death into the eternity
When rhyme less tunes flow timeless
The warm swings of the soft bosom
Lulls the tired soul to swinging worlds
Life prefers silence to speech
First time ever life seems worth living
Eyes heavier than the lids of stone
Refuse all sights for visions unconceived
The brain numbs to live experiences
You are no longer the familiar form
Now feathery foam, an angel, my mother
A secure hold, a fullness never felt,
The meaning of an unrevealed longing
An evaporating dream slowly solidifies
Like a soft sprout breaking layers of crust
To peep out of the shelled life dark
And death breathes with urgency for life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Sree. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.