A lonely bird
Losing its nest,
Flies low and rises
Higher and higher
In the sky
And crosses the Stars
All through the night
Were those burning times
Rise higher and higher
To become
A beautiful dream
With your face so fresh!
Just one drop
The Ocean becomes full
Without that
Whence come these waves
Rising higher and higher
Again and Again?
Strings of the heavenly harp
I am,
Where are those fingers
That played with me?
A bamboo flute
I am,
Where is the wind
That entered me, and lived?
Dried vineyard
I am,
Would blossom again
With full of You
Oh..! My Divine Grape!
Prepared,
I am,
Wherever it is
In any soil
To become the vine yard
For a Divine Grape, you are!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Great poetry on human psyche, K. S. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks