I am a song
Sung among
the jolly rangers
of stranger plains
I am chirped
by the poisonous cicades
that nip fatally
at the weathered heels
of travelers
I am carried by the wind
that slips silently
through the grass
better than any serpant
I am the poem
blackening in the flame
dancing in the eyes
of a lover scorned
I am the melody
played before the deaf audience
who shall never raise there head
to a single note
I am the blood
innocent and untouched
of a new born baby child
who knows not of pain
I am the evil
that shall taint the blood
and bring tears to the eyes
that will give his reflection
I am not the angel of mercy
swooping down with glorious wings
offering redemption and salvation
I am not a miracle
curing your ailment
restoring shattered hope
changing the tide of battle
I am not the jolly ranger
the poisonous cicades,
the wind nor lover scorned
I am not the conductor,
the audience, the child,
nor the man he shall become
I am what i am
I am a song
and I will be with you
forever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
am the poem blackening in the flame dancing in the eyes of a lover scorned...... what a lovely theme.. i am fascinated at your imagination, keep writing...10 your are a good name i would love to claim as an associate or friend forever and till the end..... hasmukh