The pendulum swings;
between life and death.
the stream on its wings.
Ever say a prayer;
wishes turn to woods.
Is the wind sober?
Mind on a short fuse;
tug-of-war round the corner.
Explosion is a vice.
Not all faces are roses;
autumn in guise of spring;
cause on its course.
Dream, the DNA of mind;
raison-de-etre of a doer.
Deny it, be a liar.
Temple visit on dusk-eve;
a fad for the feckless.
where you find dome's peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem