Nine months of restless mysterious nights
Yet warm and secure without a fright
Till you came screaming into the light
And for the first time saw that divine sight
Of your mothers face in sweet delight
The one to whom you had listened endlessly
Crooning sweet songs with muffled heart throbs
As you lay suspended in space and time of the womb
Occasionally kicking, turning, smiling or in sobs
Having lived long, when your time come to leave
It will be the same eternal night but very very cold
And as the cries of near and dear come to cease
You will search in a starless and moonless night for a womb.........
We are just sojourners for an interim stay On this Earth which is not our real home Into the mother's womb unasked we came And unasked we return to a gloomy dome From there our souls fly to an eternal abode.....! Enjoyed this beautiful poem on birth and death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is just a journey unto death and it is never a dismal experience if we accept it as something we get to play with for a while whether we win or lose. The garden is the burial ground as well and let us go merry making with this transient life. A fine write from you Krishnakumar.. Sorry that I read your poems after a gap of days..