It is like surf on the waves
That floats in the mind
And lives for a moment,
To vanish into nothingness.
It is like a gentle breeze
That floats over the dales
And embraces for a moment,
To travel into distant lands.
It is like a musical note
That ticks in the heart
And remains for a moment,
To melt into oblivion.
It is like a ray of light
That travels across the space
And disappears in a flash,
To leave the mental space so dark.
'Genius is one percent inspiration
And ninety nine percent perspiration'-
So said Thomas Alva Edison,
Truly said- that single moment is enough.
20/11/1985 (Published in our house journal Family Link)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem sir... Luwi