Life sometimes moves like a bullock cart
Sometimes a jet over the ocean
A picture of solemn pledge
Never to look back again
The wickets are bouncy
Sometimes shoddy taking vicious spin
But in the afternoon
A cloud came to raise the spirit
Strong wind brought the energy
Nothing is lost nothing gained
The scent of yours moved round the den
A lively evening flew through eternity
The darkness served a pot with liquor tea
But question remained
I haven’t yet travelled in spacecraft………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A distinctive aspect of life...........Beautifully painted.................liked it