A momentary bubble
puffed up with ego
in myriad hues
I glow through
years of span
memories
millions
I appear and reappear
until the drop dries up
into nothingness
into thin air
whence I
came
A haiku
of seventeen syllables
I read like an epic
with heroic saga
of wars that is
storm in a
tea cup
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
saga of wars that is storm in a tea cup.