you know
my heart is broken
i am in the mid of a desert
my broken soul
is lost in mirages
fearlful to die
a bird that can not fly
over the cacti
you know
when my heart breaks
i refuse to live
i look at the sky
and ask
myself
the unkind life
i lived
in this world
was ever mine?
or it was just
a rented existence
to be paid on judgment day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know when my heart breaks i refuse to live i look at the sky and ask myself the unkind life i lived in this world was ever mine? sure you are right..we are part of our own social environment and the way we look or the way observe or work are actually related to people staying around.. loved your poem and specially the idea is quite impressive.. well done sahar, the good poetess with your own style...