A wild feeling crept into me
and wanted to yell, to holler out.
May be a drunk feeling
arose from a fascination
and the fright at the vast depth
of the sky or the towering height
from where everything down assumes
an ant like existence.
I felt like the solitary kite
soaring high in the sky.
I roused myself from meditation.
It was no more
the 'to be or not to be.'
I hated the Hamlet in me.
A storm began to rage in earnest.
I looked up at the lonesome sky,
a bright blue, placid.
In the gentlest of murmur
a voice said to me,
the storm would soon
dash through the air
the dark fear spreading out
tentacles like the Octopus.
At the edge of the mountain top
I spread out my arms like wings,
ready to explore
the vastness of the sky
and feel the freedom
of the wild wild wind.
The desire to be free and feel the freedom around you is well presented in the poem.Tfs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a readable and enjoyable poem no doubt...the killing procrastination, and too in a bold soul can become a sound reason for such a composition...i love many things in a poem, the special ones are...a Metaphor and the flow...v.nice subjective poem...