Love is a game of roulette
you win some, lose some,
you have to put down your coin
on the number you want to play
or put down your ounce of love
on the heart which you want to love you back;
and if you choose correctly the slots
and if luck and faith permits victory
richer in love
richest in wealth
though poorer in further games of desires
will roll the wheel of life,
for fulfillment condenses fulfillment;
and those games of roulette
others will go to play
seeking wealth,
seeking love
just as you did
till they too can win
and feel the attainment
as the white marble keeps turning on
on the roulette of love and luck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem