Are you in that little paradise,
where my childhood is still playing hide and seek
waiting for butterflies to arrive
a kite to fall from sky and run with urchin to catch
and you cheering from behind to go get it….
Or hanging in the same garden
where the shrine of virtue has been placed in your honour,
and upon which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?
to become larger than life and obey world’s norms.
The darkness has swallowed the bright lights
Turning night to show the last moon light
And you are hiding somewhere behind the stars
Before the dawn breaks, let you and me share it again.
Your poem starts in such a simple manner and opens up to such a grand and deep question. Beautiful heartfelt and personal words. Splendid
Little paradise a catchy place for childhood, shrine of virtues for adulthood and darkness swallowed for old age...great metaphors.......Your are a brilliant writer. Hats Off...10+++
Very heart touching... wonderful flow of emotion... thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Running as waters the rythm and the pictures following it.