When we are dead,
Where do we head?
Embraced by nature,
Becoming its' operator.
As plants and shrubs,
That grows in the hills and vales.
And as flowers and trees,
Through which blows the winter breeze.
We also head for sunny areas,
Like the deserts and the beaches.
In the desert, Oasis we become,
At the seaside, Horizon we form.
Some of us head to Oceans deep,
And form on the floor vegetation sleek.
To bathe in the coolness of the moonlight,
And dance with moving waves and tides.
It is to such a place that I wish to head,
When my time on earth, comes to an end.
To become one with nature,
And find my soul's desire.
RenuKakkar 06.01.2023
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Nice poem. Relevant stream of thoughts and imagination. Good one.5 *s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Highly philosophical aand so true Mam your beautiful lines.