I fought against the winds and waves
And dallied with the thunder gust
I wandered in the galaxies
And in the earthly dust and rust
And yet am shackled as I was
Despite my airy disposition
I am still frightened like a child
With all that gallant, glorious mission.
(Kohat; Feb 24,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, Shujaat. The rhyme scheme holds together without losing strength or seeming forced. Best, Don