Cherry petals fall
Among the ruined graves
Although I feel so small
I watch the sunset's waves.
A nightingale and I
Are still sitting out
My wish is to fly
It's all I dream about...
Gasping for a spell
I sit under a tree
I sense the flowers' smell
While birds fly so free.
Nice poem, Tork. Keep on dreaming. One day you will fly high with your words. Best Wishes. Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved reading this.This is one of my dreams too.