I see the waves falling and rising
Across the street, in the bay
I see the sun rising above
Turning in gold, the plinth gray.
I feel the breeze flowing by
Urging me to get up and try
I see a flock of seagulls
teaching me, how to fly.
I spot shells lying in sand
I see rock with a tough stand
horizon fading in distance
A metaphor for life,
In nature's setting grand
In the mirror, I see a box
a mind half open, bit orthodox
A pair of eyes and the blur
A struggling spirit and Life's stir
A window opened, then in a flash
Calm taking over a manner rash
Growing worries now decayed
Sweet melodies my heart played
Between the pleasure and pain
There is thin memberane
Easy to pierce, difficult to spot
Once demolished, helps a lot.
Between the pleasure and pain There is thin memberane Easy to pierce, difficult to spot Once demolished, helps a lot. i like this last stanza good write--- anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this alot. Although? Do you mean membrane? I do not have my dictionary in my room, so I cannot look it up for correct spelling. Membrane? Like a thin skin seperating something? Sorry. I have had to edit my work for years before it goes to print from the publishers. I see a word that might not be spelled correctly and I am addicted to fixing it. Hope you don't mind. DC