When in leisure
I listen my poetry
I feel my existence in this world
has a purpose.
Amid the darkness...
rays of hope spark
to put remarkable step ahead.
Its raining outside;
everywhere creativity sprout,
colours of life touching the darkness
support the nature to bloom again.
Its amazing...
mysterious also,
Life, mortals, and all arguments;
Putting every scrap in the question dustbin
soul desires to quench the thirst of bliss
in opaque.
Let me unveil...
mysteries of vision,
where I have lift unsolved riddles,
listening poetry, the talk of my soul,
aromatic touches and wistful dream.
Now the longing is at the vanished end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry gives the sense of humor of life and gives feeling of existence in this world. Very amazing idea shared through this poem...10