I'm over reading the silent
that covers this 2020's reality:
The crowned pest has arrived,
it came to dispute our illusory kingdom.
I belong to the most
ferocious animal species in the planet,
but now I trembling whit fear,
I'm hanging in the gallows of my uncertainty
looking for mercy in science.
I understand that my body is shared material
and perhaps I will be food of the chance of nature,
but in this nights, as if I were in a cavern,
I listen to the ancient biological oracle telling me
Survive!
"Don't let the final brushstroke
of your gloomy self-portrait reach you yet.
You must chain yourself to every moment.
Nothing exceeds the enjoyment
of no returning to the seed."
Oh life, as long as I breathe,
every word of mine will be a hook that hopes
to catch your body in this sea of fury.
so lovely dear.. I liked.. clear 10 Kind of selfishness Sunday,26th July 2020 I shall make melodious with full of trust and confidence to live happily and make others live too Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much for your conment A.Johns