As we suffer the absence of light,
in the darkness devided we stand.
Our life like a long dark tunnel
is waiting for us to be crossed.
Fly my fearless bird,
go to the other side
and then fly back
to tell me what you saw.
I have lost my faith,
for the answer and light.
My years of longing are over though,
I see a white spot in the sky.
Come to me my bird
and give me hope.
You look so calm,
but why are you bleeding?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant and aspiring poetry by you..keep it up