Time rolls like a Kaleidoscope
creating a colour design
never to be repeated ever,
making the journey fascinating.
Many colours fade and vanish.
The hallucinating colour game
destined for you to play.
But through the
Purple-Gray mist those
Almond eyes watch you...
remain forever.
You juggle dreams and realities
and try to be sensible.
The haunting song, hidden
in the Purple mist chase you.
You're destined to play
the Kaleidoscopic game and
move on trying to be sensible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem