Flash! And I got the picture.
Flash! It flops, no picture of my soul.
I closed my eyes and turn on my mind
Flash! Got a picture perfect.
My hands start to copy it down in poetry,
Flop! It is in the harsh reality and lost its beauty.
The picture I got, is too much hazy!
Holy stone! Yup some time we see vivid pictures coming alive and start writing but again we will get stuck as we cannot know our brain even to the cleverest scientist it not possible why feel see vivid pictures and feeling and forget the next moment. truth has been said. a loveable poem as i like so much!
the poet never got the picture of his soul out, whatever he writes in the form of poetry, it is not the perfect due to harsh reality, the beautiful thought which is in the mind of the poet lost its beauty when the thought gets birth...so the picture of the soul is always hazy! thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is based on the philosophy of Bertrand Russell...................