just thought of having control
to everything your eyes reach
is illusive as illusion prevails
just as winds blows on field
of wheat, they bend but regain
their posture as if nothing
when resistance persist
join forces bits and pieces
tiny sand with bunch of pebbles
could be difficult to overcome
together a block; awesome
today saw it happen, not in mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem