Today I saw, a banyan tree flying.....
raising two wings....
on the far mountain....
I asked....
where did you get the prod
to fly in the sky...!
He told me with a grin.....
it is the final wish of my life......
behold......rise o skeleton
rise from soil
awake...awake
You too have to fly like me...
with the speed of sanguine
far high like me
to replenish the thirst of your heart.....
leave nostalgia of your ground......
spread out your wings
far up....far up.....
rise o skeleton....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thinking over ur lines You too have to fly like me... far high like me to replenish the thirst of your heart..... spread out your wings however banyan tree flying? ? ? ? ? was strange for me keep wriitng. God bless you. thank u for sharing far up....far up..... rise o skeleton....