Cultivating Poverty
Against the strength of penalty
Those are eyes pointing at yours
Where the rain tumbles at doors
I see you striding your way through
With an ignorant smile on your face
And all the things i wished to undo
Hold no importance to you today
Because you don't know, you don't fathom
Until the worst of all strikes your phantom
Because when the lightening breaks for choas sake
You sit at your threshold, holding your breath today
You laugh as the sky falls down
Oh, you don't know
The bigger skies might strike you tommorow
You laugh as the lights halt down
Oh, you don't know
The wicked sighs might bite you tommorow
Now you just hold your breath
Your tongue is dry while your lungs are dead
You're spinning out of your twisted head
Thinking about what i surely said
Holding the breaths....
One for today
Another for the future
One for the demons you
Might fight to conquer
With a breathe.....
With a breathe.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem..so beautiful and meaningful with vivid images...