Sisyphus loves smoking,
He lights tobacco at the gap of work,
Facing the earth talking about his youth,
Oh, the time of Sisyphus.
Sisyphus loves chatting,
He chats in the gap of carrying the stone,
chat with flowers and bird with his languages,
Oh, the time of Sisyphus.
Sisyphus loves gambling,
He repeats the fate of the cycle,
with the picked-up stick and bet with white clouds,
Oh, the time of Sisyphus.
Sisyphus did not understand,
His daily work is full of meaning,
God will eventually boast of his saints,
Oh, the time of Sisyphus.
This is ages when somebody has recalled Sisyphus and the myth. So nice to have articulated- 'God will eventually boast of his saints'. Thanks, JoJo.
It is my honor to receive your comments.I will continue to write more poems.Thanks, Rajnish Manga.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for this beautiful ode, Jojo. Very well constructed.
Thank you for admiring this poem!