This bitterness in my breath
In the words I express
Is not meant for you but out of a tree
Long; long ago I planted deep inside
For the cause of falling from high
And my inability to climb, till date, a cliff
The pungent smell of my behaviour
The pinching quality in my attitude
I spray around is not the return how you treat
But for the cause of my inability till date
To land on a dream since the day
I started to spread my wings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
splendid write, great imageries! kudos, poet.