Listen.. listen to their cry
I conceive them in my soul,
In my heart and in my mind
They wanna take birth
They wanna live on
And on and on
But they never wanna die
They wanna blossom in vibrant hue
They wanna spread their fragrant a few
They wanna flow like a cascade, and
Like the sun they wanna glow
Like the mermaid they wanna swim, and
Wanna fly like a butterfly
They say me.. oh! mother,
We are your daughters and sons
You conceive us within you
We are your emotions
I can not ignore that scream
I wanna give them birth
I wanna see them born,
Born in my eyes
I wanna see them live on
And on and on, and
Fly like those butterflies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and nice poem. I like the idea of giving emotions a personality of their own. Emotions can be dear and sweet or can be sour and bitter. If we allow the soul to be in charge, it will guide us and use our emotions as a useful tool to reach a 'higher' place