Wearily walking down lanes of yesterday, fatigued and
absolutely drained of energy.
Then putting in a CD, turning it on and listening to
the music touch senses with an intense pressure, feeling
good, bringing being alive again.
Taking it into stairwells, getting ready to climb to
heights of intellect, becoming self, energetic and lively.
Playing the game of life again, defining meanings of
designs, creating them for future poems.
Yes - it's an universal truth The left out memories are always sweet and unforgettable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Playing life's games sure needs a calm and fresh mind a lot of meaning in this poem...regards