I have painted it dull
Or got it like that?
In a hurry always..
No time to reflect
Where is my source
Where is my destination
Where is my moment
Of glory and achievements
Why life is dull and heavy
Like a leaf laden with worms
Have I used wrong colours
Are the patterns unattractive
When to report
To my master
Is the time set
May be in a moment
May be after billions of years
Let the soul wander
Who cares
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tiku, such a great poem👍👍👍