White bay where I see my shadow
Who am I? ? wants to know
Caught in the vicious circle of life and death
Just acquiring name, fame and wealth
Golden mountains where my voice echo
Chanting forever where to go? ?
Endless dreams and desires of heart
Tearing my body and soul apart
Brown expanse of the desert so dry
Am I so small, I wonder why? ?
Trying to keep the crazy pace of life
In return getting sorrow and strife
Blue sky where the angels live
My kind self asks what can I give? ?
Preoccupied with the travails of home and career
I have made my cocoon of a few people very dear
Orange sun showers us with warm radiance
Alas, what is the point of my existence? ?
Am I just a puppet created by the God above
Or a messenger of peace and love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
travails of modern times and living in concrete jungles. Questions we ask as the thoughts and the person we are grows -defining oneself.10/10