I had flown over a bridge
a bridge that lead to pearly gates.
While on my way I stumbled, stopped by
a milestone that read'it's not yet.
Directed me back to land
of seven wonders
Where grave diggers and followers
of Hippocrates lived.
They brought me back and chained
me to life.
Suffocated I feel now in sympathetic air.
Both blown and breathed out of
blood relations care.
Night blankets day and day wakes
night summer, winter autumn and
spring again
Thoughts remain as life remains
when its time, I will fly again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow wah a fantastic poem in sublime allegory.! Zabardast in urdu i'd say. A poem with a heavenly touch. Pls coment my latest poem.