I stood as a Doll,
by a tree as shady as a cloud
the wind blew gently
leaving a pine scent
that was very calming.
Only remembering sweet memories of the past,
long ago
it was like as if a kid had
looked at me strait in the eyes and smiled
which would have made my day
I knowing I was loved.
Thinking as I walked strode way
as always I strode from side to side
always looking down
not caring if people stared or not
I never want to know who, or what, when and where.
(Dedicated to the people of the world and a Good friend Afzal)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this.. there were some typos.. but still enjoyed it..