Day passes
desires dwindle
rays of light ceases
eyes seek the glasses
when the lovely little babe
opens into the tiny world
with his black brown looks
when he first sees the twists
the colours and charms best
little did he know
the day of delight will pass
as ageing sight deminishes
vanishing sights of past
when we see the green plants
and azure sky of lovely pants
little do we realise
that all the light at twilight
end up into nothing to sight.........
....that all the light at twilight/end up into nothing to sight....brilliant, lalitha; provided i understood it correctly...i think you are talking of birth(twilight) and death(nothing to sight) ...correct, dear? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a certain poignancy to this poem that cannot escape the reader...nicely written Lalitha..