At last she came
Miracle mystery mystic
Her tantalizing presence
Irked them
Hurt them
Made them jealous
When she visited neighbourhoods
Left right and centre
One after another
And they regaled
Stories of her power
Miracle mystery mystic
They burnt in negligence
Her indifference
Her steady ignorance of them
Then she came
Quietly surprising, shocking them
Miracle mystery mystic
And they lost themselves
In sorrow and joy.
'It's a kind of magic'!) I like your enigmatic style, Sreelekha: you always give a choice to readers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a natural poem of humanhood