A floating thought
Thinking and thinking
The future is Scary
The future is uncertain
Praying and thinking
About future
but then again thinking
Is this necessary
All the thinking
All the thought
I put in
Gone to waste
To only rise, fright within
Maybe my thought
Should not be, about the future
or the Fruit it bears
and provision of relief
of the past, that's gone
Think of the present
The immediate life along
Act on the present
for the life to come
for uncertainty remains
regardless of the thought
acting and thinking for the present
there is no err
this is the truth
Pain and hunger
memories down the lane
the reality of despair
A reality that provides
no food but only thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the contemplative nature of this poem as you trace your thoughts as they flow from place to place---this is a worthy poem, honest in its depiction--top marks