My words for you
grow wings and whiz
to the unknown sky.
And I in disbelief
watch them fly.
Riding a wild breeze
entering a dreamland
I search for my
lost friend.
Oh come on this is it
gathering past moments
-magical, bitter sweet.
What a game is this life?
can't hold these
scattered definitions
-nothing without strife?
So much so now I guise
Have to play slippery
game night and days.
But I vehemently
throw all colours
dancing in zeal
for slipping hours
Now the mystic of life
began overwhelming
as I found at last
my own song to sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem