to live within a misty cloud
and never touch the earth
was always inspiration's source
unendingly since birth
to dwell amid a fantasy
is frowned on by a few
but I prefer to touch the sky
and sail beyond the blue
please don't disturb my reverie
I soar above the crowd
I will not let you bring me down
I won't give up my cloud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tribute to the ideals one has to persuit when he insists to believe that humans can proceed ahead to establish a better world for all.
Without having been delusional the human race could not soar up to the skies of the wonderful world it created.It would have sticked to the merky life.
Yep! I hope I am not being delusional.