so many me(s) are within myself
so many colors, so many dimensions
everyday I compile all these to make
a final me
my days nights are distributed well
within all the scattered me somewhere pale
somewhere bright, noisy with crowd
clouds make one of me heavy with lightening threat
somewhere sweet melody makes one pleasant to fast
and finally a string hangs to rein the all me(s)
where I stand with a deathless spirit of eternity
and where my passion invading all adversity
to make one beam of light which reflects
the path to move with love!
Pranab k c
31/10/2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem