As my senile eyes are looking up
At the rainbow colours of my karma
My heart is drowning submerged
By the morbid cacophony around
I am happy with my silent body
Woven around a confident soul
Up above, my karmic colours
Are weaving a magic carpet
My vision is sure of its reward
But this morbid cacophony this moment
As if from the House of Hades
Forbids me reaching that magic carpet
As my confident soul supports my soaring
My agile mind timely shuts my hearing
My vision makes my force rise up
With a sudden tug my hope sits up
Cacophony stops..alas..! I am alive
I tell my Life "You are my best poem dear"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rainbow colours of my karma... karmic colours Are weaving a magic carpet... morbid cacophony this moment... I tell my Life 'You are my best poem dear'... Rich imaginations indeed make it a lovely poem.