Let yourself hover like
A cloud to cover the land,
Scorched and barren plains of hearts,
And pour down your smile
Like it rains over it, drenched,
Soaked up in its sweetness,
Those hearts are atoned.
They lose their anger,
They find cracks in stones.
Cracks to be filled with the love,
Care and support you often drip freely.
It will become a channel of many streams,
Meeting and parting at a point
Somewhere between the hearts
A confluence for life;
A perennial truce among our memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine and lofty verse with a clarion call for universal brotherhood of man. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Shubham.