Life, light,
Loan leather,
All are here
With the music
Of the river.
Grass, smoke,
Picture, factory,
All are here
In silence
With words.
All are
In cold,
In hollow
Like movie
Of the sky.
All are busy
In play,
All are there
Together to
Show how lonely
The period is.
Nothing novel,
But all are
Well-acquainted
With multi-coloured signs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely philosophical poem Ten.....Pl. do check out my latest poems, Addiction, Undying Hope, Listen to me, Adolescence etc. :)