Tears of realization
washed away the flashy colors
from the canvas of my life
The murk was not in this world
my glasses instead
had gotten soiled.
I am fed up treading the mill
running forever but still
With boundary of money
I tried to secure life,
pails full of it
could not quench
my mind's strife.
A warm body is all I need
to row my boat
from birth to death
A humble heart
inside the casing
to enjoy the mystery
of ocean's depth.
I am ready to sniff
the air of happiness
I am ready to swim
the river of joy
I want to listen
to the nature's rhyme
With love in my heart,
inked on paper,
I can win this world
It wouldn't cost a dime
Just a matter of time.
Life is not science
Its not even art
to be lived not with mind
but with heart
A fabric made of moments' thread
Life is me and I am the life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work done. Nicely placed words, keep it on