Dear friend! Lose the weight of your SELF.
The heavier you carry your SELF
The harder you might fall
The harder you fall
The more harm you do to yourself
And to those upon whom you fall
Like a BRICK that I once saw
Falling off a roof and plunging into air
Tearing apart the rhythm of a breeze
The brick dropped with a thud on the ground
Smashing the heads of flowers
Shattering their smile
And breaking itself into smithereens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Bal. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.