I woke up in the morning opening my window
To the sky high I saw a rainbow
Up there was so bright and blue
But there is no right and clue
After seeing the thing in the beauty
To my mirror I told a little bitty
Why a naughty boy couldn’t get a fancy
Or why he always avoids of fantasy
Continuous drinking a cup of black coffee
And sitting at yard without a philosophy
Always asking myself like a little child
Why I survive like a slave and wild
Now I realize,
Life never gives people its heart
If a sound of success is not heard
Without loving a trusted process
A Truth, You will never confess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Domes. Thanks for sharing Peace
you are welcome. I hope you can enjoy every poem that I write and nice to know you.