Temples and idols can hardly reduce my anxiety;
hymns and prayers can hardly reduce my tension;
meditation can hardly reduce my frustration...
When I get a pen and a piece of paper,
my anxiety is burnt into ashes,
my tension sublimes into ether,
my frustration fades like a setting sun...
This world seems to be a monastery,
where I sing in peace
and dance with happiness!
A beautiful poem indeed. We poets get peace in spilling our thoughts on papers. It should be poem of the day. Keep up. Nice write. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This world seems to be a monastery, where I sing in peace and dance with happiness! // beautiful poetic expression yeah, the writings is the best way to live peacefully from the chaotic world........///