----------------------------------- God’s acre
When I was born someone smiled –
a dew drop on a tender blade of grass
draped in rainbow attire,
a sparrow picked a grain and flew.
From morning always moves to dusk
on the pathway walks the Sun, along
hear a call from Goddess Night –
Life hangs until the distance ends.
Remi, if you could cut / graft the roots
of beliefs would the twist between
the ends – Birth and Death –
ever remain the same?
(Translation from original Marathi by the author)
a dew drop on a tender blade of grass
draped in rainbow attire,
a sparrow picked a grain and flew.
From morning always moves to dusk
on the pathway walks the Sun, along
hear a call from Goddess Night –
Life hangs until the distance ends.
Remi, if you could cut / graft the roots
of beliefs would the twist between
the ends – Birth and Death –
ever remain the same?
(Translation from original Marathi by the author)
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© Remigius de Souza, all rights reserved.
© Remigius de Souza, all rights reserved.
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