THE DAUGHTER OF THE SKY
You are the daughter of the sky
Who has risen from dust
Of the earth bearing its mundane essence…….
You have floated with clouds
Pregnant with seeds of rain
That pours down as love into his hands…..
You never succumb to injuries
As you clash against obstinate
Hill of customs in your journey to the end.....
You are daughter of the sky
Who never feels low while
Embracing spontaneity of birth and death….
Your heart is wide enough
Upon which he paints his pain
Shamelessly and you let him live like a king….
You die the death of a star
In a remote corner of your own
Universe getting lost in the black hole of memory….
Copyright @ Anil Kumar Panda 27/09/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all children of the sky, composed of the same ingredients found in the earth and the stars. This is an excellent poem, taking us from birth, through the trials and hurdles of life, to the very end, where we become nothing more than a memory. You explained this journey so succinctly, but thoroughly. A pleasure to read.
Thanks very much for wonderful comment. Honored.