I could be a puppet!
Could be drifted in stream!
But, No!
In mountains and rivers,
In moonlit and forests, I scattered thyself!
But there were more! more to search their soul!
They were down but chary,
And at last, returning among lives!
Time keeps running and boasts that-
Soul and certainty- they are different!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Azad. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks