to the gray
shade of life
we toast a
drink
between day
and night
in the middle of
woes and delight
we sip a drink
of a hundred desires
between this
sorrow and joy
this triumphs
and failures
we move in and
take our exits
somewhere in these
in betweens
at the tips of
rainbows and
skies
we toss our souls
like coins in the
air
like kites and
spites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem