Concentrating on
Hurt,
it hurts me...
on music
it transforms me
into a melody,
I am falling
into the rippling waves
afloat the rhythmn
the words
like bellows
I pillow upon
and I
slip through
each stanza
and soon
I am lost
into the core
it devours me
and quite awake
lost in the music
I am unaware
of the world of men
the rain
its moisture
the lazy earth
its lusty sprouts
I look into the ocean
tattoed by the drops of heaven
bangling the water surface
with circles and loops
I am lost
something is pulling me
in this tug-of-war
between Me
and the baffling Nature
which lures me
with traps innumerable
Insecure am I
my mind lost
suffering bouts of forgetting
drunken by Amnesia
intoxicated by Ambrosia.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely and intense poem about music and nature... SUGGESTION the last two lines are a bit cliched: drunken by Amnesia intoxicated by Ambrosia.........