When I was young I wanted my heart to beat faster,
Run as the horses, leap as the monkeys and kangaroos,
Jump as the frogs, dance as the peacock showing the feathers,
Be nomad as clouds to travel and discharge as I liked,
Lightening were seen in the head with rainbow colors,
Even Shakespeare had done a monologue in my dream,
Picasso had no enough paint on his wooden pallets,
I was glorious at heart, until one day that arrived,
When my heart starts to rush, run and palpitate on its own,
The vision is blurry with galactic cataract deposit,
the pressure exerted in the walls of arteries and veins,
clogged with fat deposit to disrupt the nervous signals,
two thin hands, two sticky legs, one fatty liver and a dull brain,
The imported wine glasses and ash trays are stored,
My heart just pumps and works hard for me to be alive.
I like it...the contrast, the stark truth that's always realized late in life.10.
A good dig at the drunkards and smokers ! Let them read this lovely write and reform themselves.
A superb poem giving a dig to the drunkards and smokers teaching them subtly how it is harmful to the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life never stops revealing it self. Hope you will keep catching its glimpses and will keep writing them. Its a pleasure to read your poems.