Thought goes by, uttering,
What am i becoming?
Heart chase behind everything,
So, what am i becoming?
Gone to a college, deploring,
Lone to barge in, as exploring,
Thrown out, regretting,
So, what am i becoming?
Sense of lose, creeping,
Tense moments keeps repeating,
Real life tastes souring,
So, what am i becoming?
Laws in motion, enlightening,
Flaws in my notion, revising,
Space-time propotion, riddling,
So, what am i becoming?
Earth on which am lying,
Dearth of rich life, as it dying,
Wrath of cause, but reliving,
So, what am i becoming?
Drizzle of interest, functioning,
Fossil to be the rest, dictioning,
Hassle to know this again, fictionizing,
So, what am i becoming?
Read aloud this, you facing,
Bead of clouds, through which am racing,
Said around, finally pacing,
Pilot on-board, is what? I am becoming...........
This is a small piece of writing about me, who wished to make a profession in Physics, Wildlife biology, Paleontology.......but ruefully taken a wrong step as a Agriculturist......and finally making a career as a Commercial pilot.
space time and matter - proportionate of these every thing...inner turmoils well expressed...good flowing verses, a bit obstructed by forced rhyming attempt...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear vignesh... rompa nalla kavithai... please read my poem 'the world'... 10 votes....