After hours
Of heated discussions
Sat comfortably
In the alley
Sipping coffee
I could peep
At the narrow sky
Squeezed between
Buildings high
A seagull flew
On its errand
Breeze from Atlantic
Ocean felt cool.
A loose sheet of paper
I laid on the table
Flew as wind blew
I tried to catch it
It moved faster
Across the street
Over the flowing traffic
It was not worth
The risk to pursue
I don't remember
What I wrote
On the paper
It's as if some words
Floated into space
And just disappeared.
Paper I have
In my hand
I'll keep it secure
Neatly folded
And tucked
In my pocket.
Loose sheet of paper flies on while wind blows. This is very amazingly philosophical poem shared on here. Interesting sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What flew away we may not know. What you kept folded may be a mystery too but what you wrote is amazing and beautiful. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful write.