Is it my own making
That I have got caught
In a vicious circle of
Sorrow and joy,
Or is it my past karma
That is proving the truth
I am just a toy;
How many circles I
Have to go on till my
The Soul is lost forever,
Or I have not a goal
No distance is fixed
I am just a running river;
I wish I had a fixed
Date to retire from this
Quagmire of joy and pain,
The day breaks for me
With a hidden message
How, where and when.
I wish I had a fixed Date to retire from this Quagmire of joy and pain.... //.... Introspective, insightful and a philosophical presentation. At the same time it inspires the reader to have a purposeful churning of thoughts on all critical moments. Thanks, Anil ji.
Feeling honored with this wonderful review of my poem Sir. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you don't know ur past then how can u ever know ur future live today and fast only to keep safe your own tummy let all past be a glorified past don't anyone ask they are more ignorant than you at least a self sseking poet effective one are you What difference will it make to know what you were last let past be a buried past live happily on mommy earth till here you last..don't your mind to the winds cast
That is a great compliment from a great poet. Thanks for taking time for reading and comment. Regards.