dawn is still away to touch our pain
silky apron of mist
unfolds its mysterious beauty
a way home all undiscovered galaxies
observe me my solitude of soul
enjoying their silence of carrying my presence
where existence means uniformity
bicycling with no sound
the road greets the wheel
its every move sparks with delight
to defeat distance
but uncertain me much enough
who moves actually
the wheels or the road
Galileo taught us
the earth moves round the sun
then the asphalt on earth
doesn't it move
if does my silent carrier
what does it do
if we two move at the same time
how does distance comes short
am I much more speedy than Earth
Oh God, save me then
I know no other planet
except this blue
I have no other anchor to grab the grid
except belief
dawn is still away to touch our pain....
Pranab k c
03/02/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bicycling with no sound the road greets the wheel Its every move sparks with delight to defeat distance but uncertain me much enough who moves actually the wheels or the road- - - - -A wonderful poem with beautiful imagery.I wonder how it has remained without comments till date.- - - - - - - - - - 10