I do not want happiness.
A little space is all that I want,
and a little freedom
to stretch my almost numb limbs.
My wings are broken now
My dreams all dead.
I would rather be Icarus,
fly high to the sun, escape the double death,
of life in this prison
where my dreams
meet their slow death everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written...freedom is very important and the right to live a dream is equally important.But without happiness to a certain extent freedom becomes meaningless...A thought provoking verse.