I wanted you to like
my words
As you like your breath
But I falter
Again and again
I slip down to reach you
Like the spider
Of the story
King Robert Brush
But I bewilder
how so many things
at a time
Go without meaning
While I see
Beauty in ugliness
semblance of existence
in nothingness
I send my ‘’wish ‘’
Through my emptiness
And without image
I perceive
the softness of the wind
as I receive
the feelings of people
whatever is that
love or hate for me
even a lie
has its own value
when it instigates one
to fall in love
or works against a war
how no value
of my words to you
I wonder! !
It all lies in our perception. Beauty in ugliness, perceiving softness of winds, lie having its own value. great words. lovable write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is value in a lie but the truth will out.