Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Standing On Your Head. - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Feeling gloomy, feeling sad?
Try to handstand on your head!

With your feet up in the air
You will no longer care

About the world and its complications
Troubles, problems and hesitations

When feet are up and head is down
You will become a happy clown

With happy smile and bulging eyes
No longer normal, rather wise

Like tree that’s waving in the breeze
And never breaks… So, tell me, please

Why do you have to spend your life
With disregard for inner strife?

The yogis call it shirshasana
It helps them to achieve nirvana

Humans are the only creatures
That possesses the certain features

That allow without dread
To handstand on our head!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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