O life, to bear the burns
of tangible tongue,
how long will I
fight alone?
I'm not a bird,
so that will fly
away from the
unwanted island.
My legs are rooted
to the soil!
If the blood you
tasted proved
to be your vein,
if the love
turns to fire,
what will you do?
Give me wings,
wings to fly away
from this dreary
land of disguised
foe, and feigned
wisdom.........
I won't be back
to lose my freedom,
to write, to like
or to be liked.
An intense longing to flee away from the world of harsh realities is poignantly expressed here! But escapism is not a solution for anything! To like and to be liked is a basic human urge which cannot be negated!
Give me wings / wings to fly away / from this dreary / land of disguised / foe, and feigned / wisdom....... These lines are aesthetics, which I love much.A great write.!
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I would like to translate this poem
Sadly freedom is still a hope for many, your poem with wings puts many thoughts in the readers mind and your last lines answer it all...I think in OZ we take it for granted...regards