My mood changes
Like formation in clouds
Sometimes it’s a fox
Of cunning silence
Waiting in bushes to
Pounce upon the prey
It’s the love I seek
In the thorny hedge of
Confusion when I act
As an owl of sultry night
My mood may be stable
If the snake gets taste of
New blood at the tips
Of its forked tongue
@Tiku 03/06/2015
Very nicely envisioned with justified phraseology. Many thanks for sharing. A meaningful poem I like most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have our moods changing every now and then as contradictory thoughts keep passing through our mind in every second. Sometimes our mood may be one of anger, sometimes one of love or compassion. It requires great training to balance our mood and keep it stable! A poem offering points to ponder!