All over
Burning sun looked down,
Tired afternoon gave pain,
All into the cars for an adjustment,
As well a dream and thought,
About the struggling people,
The light pink colour appeared,
Soft as cotton gave an idea.
A desire a flower,
Gave me fragrance,
Fruits smiled at me,
And a white butterfly,
Passed the way,
The sparrows with a play mood,
And dogs in the eating mood,
And children for the honey chocolate mood,
With luxurious cars went away,
Was there a dream!
Left for me?
As for all,
The world all over smiled,
For all,
My wait was for whom?
The flowers blossomed,
Dried away,
The birds played,
And gone away,
With speed went the pedestrians,
Not to bother,
For the identity.
Thank you very much for that beautiful poem. It reminded me of a moment of no thought, being momentarily in the moment, then followed by a thought of things as they are; a result of that moment, the circumstance one may be in or thinking upon.