And I came out from the dust,
Standing beside the road
Below a broken mast,
In a thoughtful mode.
Thought about the cars passing by
Blowing gases and dust on me...
Imagined, if the cars could fly,
No more dust and dirt on me.
Thought, if the fact, the pedestrians could see
And hoped to walk on the road in glee.
To make the cars, glide through the air,
Felt, "I was the Novice to novitiate it"
Being the da Vinci's heir
On the matter, to start to initiate it.
For now, I see a Car
Approaching; monstrous eyes growing in size.
Leaving my thoughts behind,
I launched to run, run for my life.
In the end, the thoughts left to rust
And I found myself nowhere, back in the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice start, Manabendra. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.