The Summer is on
hot and dry;
Tortoise in the pond
it is forced to land.
the beauty of the being
roofed inside the shell
what a poetic lethargy
what a patient synergy.
the mid day is on
life has past its half run
the poor soul has no idea
what is out of its imprisoned sea
Watch the beauty
personification of serenity
heads and limbs
imageries of human senses five
perseverence they name is tortoise
poise and poetry, patient and wise
yet, roasted in the fire
oh my dear, lost is all inspires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
piercing imagination