Why do I feel so lost at times
Within the confines of my home
It's not as if something is broke
Or moved by some capricious ghost
It's like advise that you take hold
And changes how you see the world
All things are same as they had been
But now somehow with newly sheen
So too are objects in my room
Just like before but with a gloom
Advise like this I did not take
Or hope I didn't for my own sake
But guests did come inside my home
And looked around and huffed at some
Their thoughts I took as if my own
It's after all within my home
A sage Ile burn to scare away
These outside thoughts that will not sway
And make some tea to welcome back
My thoughts with warmly scented track
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem