When the lights blow out
Urchins erupt in joy
As if darkness was godsend
Candles disappear and when found
Bring the walls alive
One's a child again
Marvelling at the shadows
The hands can shape into deer or hound
The air hums with unheard sounds
The Buddha in the showcase
Stretches and laughs
The empty chairs glow with life
The streets flow with chatter and laughter -
I sit and comfort a dying flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. enjoyed reading.