The intuitive sense an experience
When we listen we hear the rhythm
From unknown domain it calls on us
It never errs in judgement
Its own verdict we feel as final
It is the intuition that appears
The real aesthetics on universe, feels
Intuitive sense we tries to feel
Intuitive sense we tries to hear
When the conscience commands the wise
It is the world that you live in
It is the world that you enjoys
It is the humans that you lives with
More it is important than all others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I trust my intuition but will also use logic and intellect for major decisions. My feelings are almost always right though. Thank you for sharing, Gangadharan. Peace