Sneaking out in the middle of the night
I search for more love
Not just for loyalty, commitment and fame
An adventure unknown and unseen
To tread the paths of loneliness
Yet never to feel alone
To be free from all burdens
Yet to be a support
To reach where I want to be
Yet not tread too far astray
“Mother believe me I am still your little child”
Only my thoughts have raced ahead
My mind has paced up
So as to feel like I want to
To feel like ‘ME’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, sheetal. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks