Letters seem straight
Out of the mirror
But crooked inside
Making delusion
With their stage-show
Catching the innocent mind.
Water looks pure in image
In taste saline
For destroying life
Comes mercury up in the well
Place to place sits a crazy monkey
Holding a razor in his hand.
In a crematorium one can see
Rotting flesh and blood
How long could one breathe
So much one has to think
How many houses erupted
The roaring-cruel sea!
Swans get down their rosary
Now worn by crows
From The Caretaker of the garden
So scared is the branch!
Visible red like blood
Shredded beet into pieces.
crooked from inside but great from the exterior such is the modern day world difficult to perceive the truth from the false. pray to God-to give wisdom nice poem dear abnish keep sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thought........ Each and every word is so wel writen............. God bless