your doubt
cannot be erased by the loud music from the fm radio
or the non-stop tv
or the addiction that you put on facebook
not even poetry
can cure it completely
there is one thing
about
peregrination
these walks at night under the moon
passing by those owls
the walks following morning
upon grasses still wet with dew
day slowly unfolding
light curtains
blades of rice plants
worshiping the sun
birds migrating and finding
places to feed their young
it is at this moment when you finally
locate those missing items
remembering those that trigger the
finding of meanings
hope in another light
inspiration rushing like a waterfall from the top
of your hair
your head full again with memories
rivers run again
like children
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem