I
cry
For
road,
road
cries
for
many.
so,
Road
blocks
road.
And,
life
never
solves
riddle,
of
mystery(mis-tree) .
The
story
of cloud
and rain,
closes
without
rain
and
thunder!
your creative experimentation... a mysterious poem, may be it's portaraying life that's why mysterious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything beyond one's reach, we, the mortal mass, leave it at its fate, blaming it is a riddle. but, i find a sensible heart that has great concerns for varied angles of life over those words cast over the digital ambiance. seems, scopes of interpretations are still high. keep penning. good. rgds.