The world sometimes makes me slow
When moments mutter blues
In fickle feelings frustrations blow
In dreams without clues
I dislike to decipher
When patience in the end I lose
Pinning hopes in a sizzling cipher
As my mind explores horizons
In calculations I encipher
Crawling and rolling in prayer zones
I believe solace can bring
When blues I slay in layers in my tones
Where feelings of succour ring
In slick circumstances surprises spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. I feel the agony, the pain and the blues