Look thro' a glass Yellow,
Everything appears Yellow.
And thro' a dark glass,
So dark an object looks.
These colored visions
At once disappears
For both the eyes
Freed from the glass.
In a semi-darkness
A curled rope looks
Like a live serpent,
To one's eyes distant.
A lamp post fused,
In one's vision confused,
As a ghost appears,
Keeping him in fears.
These visions distorted
Aren't the superimposed
Mental projection of ours
O'er the dormant objects?
Yes, there's no harm
To keep the mind calm
Then object looks the same
With no change of name.
Ha ha ha indeed we’re fooled by such things. Clear headed person have analytical mind and can ward off such odds. Ten dr.sakti. Please visit my page and comment and…if you please. Thanks for comments ds
a well expressed poem...peace..contentment... makes our mind calm..grace
Brings to mind. asked to look down; what do you see? I can't see anything for a shadow hinders me. excellent reminder; Charles Garcia
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, there's no harm To keep the mind calm Then object looks the same With no change of name. .....world may look different if pursued with positive angle... nice creation sir....10