On a path of darkness,
a soul wanders up and down in distress
Like a hungry hunter in an unknown jungle, it roams
Food will be the peace it seeks
Enough, it had suffered the unrest within
like a silent prisoner, who now cry for his freedom.
His bangs on the bars,
are load of lava beneath the crest
Will the world be read when it erupts?
Will it cause harm to the environment?
Like a planted seed beneath the soil,
it lies in darkness
Will its crop bear sweet fruits?
Will it give a peaceful shade?
Will its wood burn?
Will its leaves medicate?
Down, cooped and yearning
Like a drowning child
whose fingertips float above
waiting for a helping hand
Like a cat fallen in a dark pit
It mews, for a passerby to hear
It mews, in search for the rescue.
(c) 3/6/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem