The chakras below my waist,
Never ruled my strong head,
The chakras from the head to waist,
Guarded with the input of love,
Made many to be happy and stable,
Not let them wander in the streets,
Where peddlers have the selfish fangs,
Pouring the petrol into the fire is wrong,
I am a weak human with a wandering thoughts,
I am a weak person, having the fire all over,
I am a weak mortal, holding the weapons of hurts,
When the chosen chakras rule my being,
I have evolved as the slimy worm,
From the murky earth to show my shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great wonderful poem. I like how u employd the chakra, into an imaginative poetry with some real issues wow.