Tones of things to work upon
Miles of distance to cover upon
Yet, stuck at a place
At a place where sun is bright
Clouds are white and fluffy
Winds are cold and smoothy
- -I call it as heaven
But people name it as
LAZINESS!
A good start with a nice poem, Sankari. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. Thanks for sharing Sankari.