I
I am a cynic, I am fun
I am a rose with stock of a gun,
I am a saint, I am the king,
My infinity now shrunk to a thing.
I am that heir prince, I am that loafer,
I have the idiocies of an old philosopher.
I am the captain dead, deep inside the earth.
I am a kid now rejoicing my birth
... I am a kid now rejoicing my birth.
Bijay Poudel
27/02/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem