Standing on the edges of a battered wall
Shove me a bit and I shall fall
Into the clutches of an intangible world
Before I break I need to get a hold...
Clutching the pieces of a shattered mirror
I feel the pain piercing through my veins
Yet no blood flows and no tears cry
I stand all alone hurt and dry...
My feet are stuck, glued to the ground
And I see people moving all around
There lie milestones ahead to be reached and crossed
But here I stand directionless and lost...
Forgetting my realms I rush to the sun
Only to find that my skin burns
So I shed my casts and a new me is born
The battle is won but I lose myself in return...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jo bhi tha achha tha