The night was filled with jocund cries
of cats, of dogs and of woe
There came man with sighs
He asked all signs, where to go?
Darkness embraced the cold air with pride
Somewhere was suicide and somewhere was love
Some call it righteous or bogusly wide
The man heard this and asked how
Somehow resurrected was bliss with the warmth
The sunshine suddenly celebrated the second Easter
Satan shouted madly, I harmth! I harmth!
Christians were deaf, Satanists thought something's sinister
Like rose that harms but still charms
Colours danced, colours talked and colours flew
Time ruins steel and brings green farms
Maybe again woe, what is it to you?
Conviction is construction
Elegance is mistaken for ignorance
Thinking is teaching
None know arrogance has significance
a wonderful write on the thought process..life itself like the rose harms and charms..conviction is construction..in order to be stable we become solid and that too is a problem...a lovely poem which makes one think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good poem without being too stereotypically mellow-dramatic... keep up the incredible writing.... i expect to read more of this amazing poetry