My addiction, loathsome craving
Plagues my heart with wanton yearning
My addiction, lonesome, frozen
Is the need to keep on learning
Can I but sit and hear the thunder
Or just gaze upon the sky?
Never, Dear, my mind asunder
Oh Creation! How and why?
All around me- Beauty, splendour.
The weathered bud, the pallid due.
But why does frost bite down in winter.
I could rest - If just I knew.
Why did not God - in all his glory-
Perfect his greatest masterpiece
Before he moved to mass production?
And now the questions never cease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm picking up here that you are an Observer to everything around you, Great plave to be and well done, Thankyou 10++