Crazy, stupid whatever
I don't know, what you will say.
But I live my own life
in my style, in my way.
My mistakes are not so few,
Still, I passed them away,
Being stubborn I lived life
Everything I faced in my way.
Life of mine, could be fine,
As bright, as silvery way,
But in every turning, alone..
I walked in my way.
.............
The stars at night, shine bright.
Who remember them at sunlight?
Every ripple brings love or spite
And vanishes all with the dark night.
When shadows are taller than life
Any place is all right.
I am walking in my way
In the misty moon night.
Neither crazy nor stupid, it was Durga in an amazing getup. What had happened that day? It is an entirely different poem, I very much liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neither crazy nor stupid, it was Durga in an amazing getup. What had happened that day? It is an entirely different poem, I very much liked it.