Heaven is the sky
And the sky is heaven.
The road on earth
Which leads to the path?
Shylocks still prefer the earth greedily
And do their bargain with the pound of flesh.
Though you take feathers from the tortoise
Never catch a word or a glance
By the earthly Goddess called “Woman”.
The given time is not sufficient to negotiate with her
And the God-fearing man cries forever?
I set free a page of the book
“Where the real tears hidden”
And you see it floats high
Like a lark in the sky.
nimal dunuhinga
Powerful, elegaic message. This poem definately has a soul. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nimal, when I read poetry like this, I am humbled. You who write in your 'second language' offer us for whom English is our mother tongue incredible inspiration! One of your finest poems that reaches into the soul of the reader and shines like a ruby. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥