Birth—impregnated mark as follower:
Glimpses of life perceived through Mother's eyes:
Safe habit of comfort for life's advice;
In time, we're losing touch to who we are.
Throughout our lives concepts slaving blindly,
We ignore our being—succumb to crowd:
We admit allegiance to common ground: —
A disconnection from Soul un-kindly!
The depth of the un-heard spirit crying:
A vision, sometimes' a revelation: —
Opens eyes in soul—a new dimension:
Truth in heart to find before we're dying.
False conviction is fear to face nature,
But when explored, reveals the Soul's Greatness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The World perceived through mother's eyes' till we grow older and our destiny flies, so much could be said written about this wonderful line