As we sheltered from the raging storm,
We told our tales of love and loss.
It seemed like many hours passed by,
While outside the rain kept pouring down.
Then we discussed karma and rebirth.
We discussed dogma and Christology,
And other types of religious matters.
While outside the rain kept pouring down.
Since we suspended our sense of judgement,
We now saw things from many perspectives.
We planted new seeds in each other's minds,
While outside the rain started to cease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you drop your judgement and listen to other peoples views, you will be able to understand life better. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole