Where all do our lives wander?
Some chasing epic shadows of flaccid dreams
of others; bearing confections of mutiny,
seldom perceive nature's common disguise,
while prevailing waning lives in scrutiny.
but yet,
some find fountains of pleasure along silent streams,
like the coldness of silver,
breathing under water, bathing in sunlight.
Life in all its splendid quiver,
in gentle tiring plight,
delivers prospect of a novel synchrony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep, insightful and thought provoking. A beautiful rendition of words.
Thnk you Chinedu