I very often go and would sit on the sea shore
Often indulge in soliloquy with waves dashing at my feet
Many a time while lost in thought, I would slip over stones on the path.
There a comes voice, ho man! Be attentive while walking
What wonder, even the stones lying on the path are concerned
Whereas we men have least concerned for fellow human beings
Many a times I have experienced hopes turning into frustrations
Watched with helplessness, patience and silence as bystander
At times lost in past memories while alone
Find her reflection wherever I look when alone
This unspeakable sadness and melancholy not without reasons
Reasons not known to self, still soul has a feeling of gloom
What to talk of my sense of ecstasy and absent mindedness
When I look into mirror, I find reflection my love!
By Mamutty chola
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes soul and body are cotravellers