riding upon the winds
going where the wind blows,
depending on wind,
on the wind,
getting carried away,
disappearing and being born.
How is the view of the lower world?
The wind asked.
It is noisy and unpleasant.
How is the world above the clouds?
The wind whispered.
It is easygoing.
The winds of tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day.
Today is also another day.
Only God knows the winds of the future.
A storm is coming. I don’t care about it.
There is no wind. Who cares about it?
I live with both breeze and strong wind.
The revolving shit of fate is spinning.
Turning round and round strongly and weakly.
The morning sun rises of itself
Working hard everyday.
Many a time, encountering dilemma.
A demon appears, fighting with it.
My armor is wearing out,
Replacing my sword again and again.
Morning comes, Night comes.
And morning shows you its face again.
Changeless ordinary days and changeable our life.
The parallel world continues.
Thank you for reading through to the end.