I wish never to return
to the breeding fields and
the abandoned nest,
when my soul takes to final flight
towards the glowing horizon
of the far ethereal sky.
I wish never to fly back
to the welcoming twitters
or resident life waiting
eagerly for a juicy morsel
of the worldly prey
clutched in my bloodied talons.
I wish never to be reborn
In the watery womb
as a frail mass of ugly flesh
and grow into a plaything
just to helplessly end up
in the hands of cranky fate.
I wish never to approach
the open home of love
that took me in as revered guest
entitled me to rich feelings
and measured ecstasies
of which none was forever mine.
I wish never to enter
the boudoir of that palace
whose air reeks of pain
pillows are wet with tears
and the covers all stained
with the remains of aborted dreams.
I wish never to return
to the doors of that coward heart
which held an ocean of love within
yet denied me a single drop
when i came seeking
a generous benediction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice as always, with powerful words and tone.