Philosophy

An evocative poem of longing, by Kamrun, exclusively for Different Truths.

In the idling of the midday sun,
Someone roaming and circulating 
like a wanderer…
At the tip of the gourd creeper;
In the green wholesome crowd
Dreamy eyes want to touch 
The green fragrance 
The extraordinary, gorgeous mistress... 

The doves are screeching 
in the evening shine
Maybe they have no address!
Raven may somehow 
get their endless destinations
But still roaming and searching their nest.

By dividing the shadow of nature
I thought I would be a kite
Could flow the lantern in the dark of night.

The lantern was so shiny,
was so colourful;
Those were the happy times of life.

In these crowded mirages 
Even the stars bet 
And still flies in space;
But it is only for a certain moment
Because life is still a web!

O joy!
O! The guide of the edge of time!
Don't forget me,
Don't forsake me, 
Even don't leave me alone –
In this subtle deep abyss.
When everything is silently burning!
You were always standing alone 
As a lamppost in my deep passionate life!

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths