As i listen, as I hear
there are tears
in my eyes
Noastalgic, old memories
A child within cries
How can a poem
How can just a song
stirr up emotional storms
and i relive
fleeting moments of my past
The meloncholy tad too sad
But i feel happy
my heart wriggles in pain
yet i feel happy
No metaphors can capture
what I am saying
Mighty strong words in vocabulary
might seem too weak
Feelings rain down
from black clouded mind
Yet I feel happy
I see bars around
I see a cage
is this for real
yet i am happy
Is this happiness a prison
the most insidous one?
eventhough door to my cage
is open
is this really my destination?
I am scared I am frightened
Is freedom too great a responiblity?
so my friend I extend my hand
for your company to coverup my inability
in this beautiful journey
called life
to be free
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