Dry leaf...disconnected,
Dejected, deserted &, perhaps, dead;
No rain can ever return to me
That shining patch of green & glee!
Now I wear this cancerous brown
& live like an outcaste, lying down
Caught in a coat of filth & dust
Amid foul things that rot & rust
I donot have my own dream
But I am waiting for that sublime stream
To come with its inherent force
& take me kindly in its course
To the frenzied sea or a new city....
But out of this oblivious obscurity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thought dear...........well written... do keep it up........