When the sky roars
sun uphold the sky
moon hides with shy
my minerva chides with strife
onto that moment my mind asks
onto that moment my heart witnesses
the preanimation of strolling life
withered with complex of sun and moon
to prong my soul for every night
Sun and moon keep shining the soul. Minerva, the Goddess of wisdom provides deep insight into life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes with the frightening roars our mind may feel shaky and apprehend some virulence and undoings but we have to overcome these stumbles to move ahead, there is no other ways. Well said.