I wonder how man just acts
Because of angst and fear
Reflecting not the true facts
And make them unclear
I wonder how man just plays
A game of blames and claims
And incredible unworthy prays
For his own little fame
I wonder how long it will take
That man go for just the good
And realizes that selfishness is fake
And needs to be universal understood
I wonder how long the eyes are blind
Unable to see the beauty to share
And what huge richness we can be find
By watching each other with care
The wonder will come
with smooth steps to everyone
The wonder is near
with more and more old souls
Wonders are like that
suddenly they exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder that the mind of poetess may be the eighth wonder unfolding the secrets of the wonderous unconcious mind. Thanks
thanks for your words, greeting out of Bavaria to Pakistan