i like to think of life as a prism
the derivation of so many colours
that could only add up into a dream
and that when it ends, each colour
i would like to think each colour takes
their cue and goes back to where they
have come for that meaningful tryst
the man feels a part of himself in each
and everything like stars that play a part
each in a mass piece of space called darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem