As usual best of mood is spoiled by disturbances at home;
Before indulging in a heart felt creative work of my interest
I was engaged with no man land and no point of return
Talks with guys here to have a conclusion to solve a matter!
A long talk they make as politicians about cinema, budget,
Heat wave, lack of rain, price of things and jump to another one;
Spending time sans meaningful dialogue make all nowhere;
Talks of no point of return as if an art they have learnt well!
Talking like chewing gum we cannot make sense but only spit;
This is how time is spent when nowhere anyone can go under
The hot Sun that roasts all beyond control and useless talk
Only all feel like doing a thing as if to catch fish in turbulent water!
All things are placed in a confused manner to find meaning in
To feel as if something new is created at last for all to enjoy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All things are placed in a confused manner to find meaning in To feel as if something new is created at last for all to enjoy!