The truth of joy
Is one such thing;
That doesn't keep me intact.
It gives me thrust
To spread my wings
And to soar high
The beauty of the mind
Is the next best thing
That makes me vulnerable
Soothe mine serene space
To be still as the placid lake;
To bear the grunt of life
The profoundness of intellect
Keeps me sublime yet skeptical
Makes me moving but morose
Yet; still diverts the dimension
To steer the vision of my might
Unto the absolute abyss.
To be…is to be at ease
Being joyous with a moments muse
Being a part of it…in its true bliss
Living luxurious on the lap of innocence
Reigning the superfluous senses
Giving thy own a missed kiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[[Living luxurious on the lap of innocence]] This poem is powerful and the above line really resonates with me during these trouble times.