Should I come back
to Earth taking new birth,
or roam in the cosmos
with my finer part?
Last night I brooded
over the nothingness
of this clever world,
where honesty means foolery,
truth means falsehood
and friendship denotes,
treachery, and lack of trust!
Last night I brooded over this,
until sleep closed my
broken-dream tired eyes!
Nothingness of the clever world. Something nicely defined in the beautiful poem. Thank you.
Funny how often poems need to be created before bedtime... Please check out some of my late night poems. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully painted the blossom art