What’s this joyousness?
Surfing in my mind
Which I don’t believe in.
The exuberance of psyche
Is in its high spirits
Asking my heart & soul
To store within……………
……………As I review this,
A long back written verse
The mood I may not know
Nor the instinct, for
Thoughts take their own flow.
What would I sense with this?
To be blind enough
To follow the drifting days!
Or to be a mindful man
Viewing every shade
Of the passing cloud
And Monitoring every
Mood of the passing phase? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem