Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!
Howling was an embark of the travail
afar from the wings of an eagle's hide.
Look not the benches above
the spine of a tree's locker bow.
Yeah...I was flying like a crow
in the air with no wings to trail
the blazing sunset of the day!
Never turning against the wind
of the east as it throw me deeper
into a despicable pit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem