I followed in your footsteps
Then found my own way
To the sea of seas
Where fish swam with stars
Seeds lay dreaming of skies
Weary feet looked for wings
Dewdrops yearned for the sun
Words broke hearts, wept,
And were comforted
Tormentors felt the agony
Of the nail they hammered in
Then fell sobbing at his feet
Lightning flashed mute
Wary of the sleeping child
Smiling at what she saw
Before forgetting what it was
Caterpillars didn't know
They were butterflies
The ugly ducklings that
They were swans
The kuyils in crow's nests
That they could light a song
In every breast
When the sun turned neem to rust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prabhakar nice poem I enjoyed it