</>I set out from my house,
everyday,
several times a day
the colors of the world calling,
the music of the world amusing
I see people, passions
Rainbow of emotions
Butterflies of virtues
Black spots of vices
I hear lullabies of kindness,
Carols of caress
Songs of joy
Screams of hatred
I sympathize, I empathize
I justify, I testify
I brood, I lament
I judge, I comment
I collect lot of luggage
And keep going.
But suddenly,
I am drawn back home
I come back home.
I come back to my “White house”
I come back to my “Quiet house”
I come back to my SOUL,
To my INNER CONSCIOUSNESS
Where there is NOTHING,
I simply “EXIST”
.
.
.
And I wish I had never left home.
.
.
.
.
.
But again,
In a second,
I set out from home...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! Nice poem... The world is beautiful.. and in this world we need to check we don't loose our feeling, our soul... so we come back to our self.. and leave again to explore the beauty of this world... Thanks for sharing this :)