Just a thought
An idea escape
Bang, bang
Knocking the head
“What if …”
Sky is blue
Water is red
Nose at the back
Eyes on the neck
What if we know
Beginning of time
End of eternity
Wondering ‘what if’ in curiosity
Floating upon a melody
“Que sera, sera, what ever will be, will be
The future is not ours to see”
The phrase ‘what if’ still persists
A proound question that just won't go away.Well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The quintessence of life, “Que sera, sera, what ever will be, will be The future is not ours to see” I love these lines. CP