The days are growing more complex,
Yet my heart remains unsettled;
A deep sigh of despair arises,
Who knew it would find a home in yours?
The monsoon pours down heavily,
With the roar of thunderous clouds;
I rest my head against the window sill,
Enchanted by the scent of lemon blossoms.
Silent kites soar through the sky,
Returning home as dusk approaches;
Yet my life still stumbles and falls,
Burned by the wildfires all around.
As the morning light gently awakens,
A cuckoo sings its soft melody;
My eyes open all of a sudden,
Time calls out to me, urging me forward.
While walking along life's winding roads,
I met my past once again;
It greeted me with a hopeful hand,
Now I lose myself in the rhythm of life.
True happiness still eludes me,
I've searched for it far and wide;
So many have betrayed my trust,
Thus, I drift into the unknown.
Life brings endless struggles,
Countless thoughts, countless praises;
Yet I embrace nature with open arms,
For in this wandering life, I rejoice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great representation..... enjoyed.... thank u... puskar...