two words no matter how farfetched
like two opposing poles of the earth
when you for once give them meaning
can give you the link for life,
it is You who is the bridge
of the paradox
your left hand meets your right hand
in prayer
in an embrace of the sweetest moment
clasping
a union of mutuality which was not there
when you first wake up
that morning...it was dark at first when
twilight comes to bring you a glimpse
of another budding perfection, and you
walk an extra mile to get hold of yourself
lost in the labyrinths of your self made
doubts, ...it is you who makes the ripples
but shall you blame yourself for being honest
and candid about what life has handed you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good question...but we are obsessed withe self pity as well as self righteousness! so it is very hard to have a talk with our hearts! !