A Life
An abstract noun!
Desires, almost bound!
Well, it's too round!
An intellectual, then, it could be found!
Still rifling so hard, ups and down!
Listening to the music, to hear the actual sound!
Climbed The Everest', Reached Moon', Dig down the grown!
The Theory of Evolution, a green; despite, color becomes brown!
Building, road, industries – called a town!
Today's happiness – difficult to count!
Women's expectant and men's desire of glimpse – The gown!
Naturally, afterward, it will remain as a wall moun*!
Written by Warner Keisham on Nov/06/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem