Dark clouds gather for a feast
strong winds from west to east
Yachts and Barges drag their anchors.
big ships are steady as they are
and segulls fly here and there.
I lost my way, feathers and the nest too
on searching a shelter.
They call me a Man of Intellectuals
but I know that I am only a Jailbird in this Life-Prison.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fine, strong poem. It has beauty as well as strength.You deserve much praise for this one, Nimal. Sincerely, Sandra