we always busy
to weave another sky
you can fly freely
we never expect
your garland
the dollars heavy
on your gravity
your clumsy thoughts
burdened with rat-race
senseless fight
to exhibit you great
we always busy
to spread your lampshade
into infinity
never we die
with any failure
or live we to die
with every success
our words put every brush
to ornament that sky
where you can fly
freely
Pranab k c
15/08/2012
Eloquently written...possesses a good dose of the dramatic.Excellent write.
I just love your ability in this poem to be unapologetic in your gift of creativity. Beautifully shared! Thank you Pranab.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we always busy, that's true life