He got sweets but it was salty
A blind rage like a fire swept over him
He ran away
But he could not flee
At the end of the jetty
He planned to flee
But he was still
As he met the open wide sea
Swoosh, Swoosh,
The tide was wavering
Looking at him closely
Again-
At the end of the jetty
He planned to flee
He paused to look at the scenery
He forgot about his misery
Temporarily-
He could listen to the sound of the waves
The smells of ancient infinity
It was singing to him loudly
But only to get his stifling sweat away
He thank The Almighty
For creating such a picturesque
His life was bittersweet and bleak
But he knew
There is so much possibilities
So he push his anxiety
And back to reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful poem elegantly brought forth. Thanks for sharing.