Millions of thoughts
As millions rain drops
Falling down the earth
Drops on my mind,
Patter me heavy.
And sometimes,
Everything vapourise
Making me vacuous,
Sub-conscious
I fall on my bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful expression of a natural process that goes into the miind- conscious, sub-conscious or unconscious- what we experience sometimes it is retained and sometimes forgotten. Let us be thankful to God who has given us the ability to forget. Thanks.