I am in a perfect state of ecstasy
Looking within, content with my self
For long I have been a captive
In my self-enforced detention
Let me fly without a string,
Like a broken kite without any direction
I started the flight without itinerary
Hoping to reach my goal without any delay
Along the wind it took me,
To destinations I am not aware of
Flying high without any fear
Still gazing down makes me woozy
In the transit lounge of my life
I am having a date with my real self
Let me cover the entire voyage of life
Without being stripped searched for reality!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your first poem here: a very good beginning, Anila.. thanks for sharing and.. keep on writing :)