The Swing
Fast forward
into the future,
fast backward
into the past.
Gains energy from the past
to the future does it fly fast,
does not stop to indulge in dreams
returns to explore the bygones again
and from it to learn the lessons of life,
in between does not pause
to contemplate the present either.
Poet too doesn't live in the present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is the outcome of an incessant dream… and poets?