A rendezvous
with an illusion,
was quite beneficial,
for me.
It preached me,
to be away from
expectations and,
unnecessary exhaltations.
The key of happiness
is like a harpoon,
if hit the bull's eye,
then its all good,
if miss the chance,
then its devil good.
No need to satisfy,
try to pacify
the thirst of mirages,
quench them by being euphoric.
The rendezvous,
turned to be fruitful
as it saved my future
to become futile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quench them by being euphoric. The rendezvous, turned to be fruitful as it saved my future to become futile... Fine poem