The setting sun
A gentle breeze
Coaxes a tired mind
For an evening stroll
Questions find place
Through the little cracks
Of a breathing mind
Into thoughts
The sky
In all its expanse
Is all but a reflection
Of the vast ocean
The sun
In all its hues
Is in fact
A burning ball of fire
The straight roads
The flat land
Are all but part of a larger sphere
The endless horizon
A delusion
To the end of the world
And then these mosquitoes bite
I wonder
Whether the sting is real
Or just another delusion.....
Okay, that was anti-climatic! ! A fine poem Sagorika. Thanks :)
hahaha...the mosquite bite was a spoil sport - obviously not a delusion, isnt it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work my friend I really liked this it isn't drawn out and it all makes so much sense. We ourselves live in a world full of delusions and a lot of delusional people. Keep up the good work I love it.