On a voyage of tactics unfulfilled
Time that travels on a cart of its own
Curb is invisible as always
A drive to the shore of alterations
As its part of life written elsewhere
Vision seems blurred as it’s a long run
Specs that clarify its role in turn
Protracted part swings in tune somewhere
To be a part of nature and its shadows
Another angle of lens envisaged a start
Optic flow balances every where
Closer part that rectify its taunt
To be or not to be on its track
There the vision is clear and specific
Distance part vision as chapters
Life is a bubble of short span
That floats on the ocean of tactics
Perceive its shades from different slants
There feel its warmth and shadows again
Stand on others shoes each and every time!
©2015 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
Life is a bubble of short span That floats on the ocean of tactics. Life, as experienced by the poet and seen through poet's spectacles, is well defined with elaboration. Nice write. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery. So nicely and wisely speculated. Beautiful diction. Thank you dear Salini for sharing such an intensive poem.......10