Like the straw we're
moving along the flow of time
unaware of where to stop;
However we do momentarily
and get dipped in tinge
of the surrounding we find;
The hues we get
sometimes enthralls
but immediately later
it appears to be a bar;
Again we flee away
fling ourselves in to the flow
to float along the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem