Life, a mad man's song
Holding onto my throbbing lips
Joyous are the waves of happiness
Heart aching are it's sounds in misery
Walking blinding and bare feet in the grief
i have learned to dance in the storm
Barren are the surfaces sometimes
Cracks reflecting the lines of fate
Deep and dark
I have flooded my oceanic eyes now
For the deserts of emotions
And saw the buds of roses and lilies
Turning the barren into heaven's garden.
Unveil the mistery of life now
Hold yourself now
Swinging you are, between the
Sorrow and Happiness, selfishly
deceptive are your illusions
Flood your eyes and change the lines now
Dance in shower
Of your own tears
And share the happiness when you are in joy.
As joy is the redness of autumn
share it, meet the peace
And scatter the beauty of it
Don't hold it with the arms of selfishness.
Let the wind of love dispel it everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barren are the surfaces sometimes! Nice work.