In this encircling
jungle of happenings
Every turn seems the end
of the journey
The end of a terrible war
When you see the clearing
your heart just saddens
to see a new trouble
demanding your attention
and time
You can not help
but search a road that
can take you out of this pattern.
A confusion that
neither allures nor borders
in any solution
Some trees offer shelter
While others guide
Few fulfil needs
While some prick and
then shine in glory
No tree called trust
No branch friendly
come in this way
That sees sun and hay
This jungle
This is a route called
LIFE.
Very nicely written piece. It does often feel as if we are fighting our way through a jungle in the process of just trying to live through each day. Your poem gives a great detailed image of this. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery of life you have portrayed. I loved the most beautiful lines.. No tree called trust No branch friendly come in this way That sees sun and hay... So true you have said in few lines. Every route to jungle our life is adventurous, unknown of what happening next. Loved it.