6: 15 in the morning
not a sun beam yet
In the bus;
I fell asleep
in its sweet warmth
I lost my stop
my destination
My soul screams
"Long time ago
you lost it, fool"
It's sad and yet so relevant for many of us. Thank you for sharing your poem!
What is lost can be found if we are really looking for it.Thank you for your comment!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem! a beautiful piece of misticism in a few words but poetic. asleep in a bus is like the lap of the mother. b beautiful depiction!
Thank you Jagdish!