It was the sleep of my pain,
Boredom to the eyes of my mind
Innocently plagued by words
My heart was in a hurry to laugh
So much, so little
Much knowledge making my world dizzy
I struggle with the molecule of my biology
No one dares to believe mere opinions
Yet so convincing is the history of labelled organisms
Gene against gene; the war of microbial intelligence
Alas, it is no choice in freedom
Destiny was given a vague definition in brief eternity
The beginning of an ending
Everyone listening for the treasure of scores
Well, all my ribo hear the voice of a transfer
It's no D or N that makes an A relevant
All I want is to keep my cosmos simple and free
Striking taps of buttons
Intimidating the loneliness of my simplicity
My hand never mind, do what only your eyes cry out for
Write out the letters of your heart
Never care if you are all alone
Besides, your before, during and after are all up to you and you alone.
~shua~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is love; yes, there is all alone pure love in the stream of your heart; just beautifully crafted; nice to read your poetic diction