Everything is lost
In the violent storm
Of the civilised world,
Only the begging bowl remains
With its miserable condition,
The insane beggar
Stares at it in astonishment,
All of a sudden the beggar
Becomes livid with rage
And then......
He throws the bowl
In the dark and deep well.
An interesting imaginative write. Thought provoking.
Nothing is lost dear Anjandev. Let me tell you: energy can be never destroyed. Simply, it transforms from one to other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent work Anjandev Top 5