I come from the north
through cuts and heights i moved forth
bearing the pain as i fall
but you see the beauty in me that you would never trawl.
sometime i can't go straight
the rocks so big and i walked with slow stiff gait
but i will not hold on to it
as i have a destination carrying the grit.
As you see the beauty in me
I cannot trust the hands of we
you pollute me so much
that my mother ocean fails to touch.
The jewel i possess runs away
the sides had turned to brown like bay
you clothes me with genres of bottles
and i timidly head on with emotions and throttle
I would be bright and blue
if you cherish my beauty as i flew
i would bring you breeze
and make you feel the bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Tandin. Thank you for sharing