there is wisdom in stopping standing still
in reflecting upon the past story of our lives
to make sense of the road already traveled
to plot a path in future journeys
it is wise to stop and think and plan
it helps us set our future courses
the herd has already mindless moved off
perhaps to unseeing unthinking run over a cliff
heading off in the right direction or wrong?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" wisdom" here is what I think as " thinker's invisible wings" in my titled poem - excellent piece of flying colours!