Words are hard to come by
to express the true thought,
and the soul is constantly questioning.
How can one express true feelings
when the body is preoccupied with pleasure?
When luxuries triumph over sweat.
When a caged bird, looking up at the sky
spreads the wings and performs the preening
In the hope that one day it will scale the height.
On the wings of imagination,
the poetic sky will be closer to him
and the fictitious earth will be far away.
Great line: Words are hard to come by to express the true thought, and the soul is constantly questioning.
Loved this poem. Enjoyed reading. Top score, dear poet
Poetic sky and fictitious earth very 2001: space odysseyesque.
The metaphor of the caged bird is so perfectly presented in this exceptional poem. Great work, Juhaina!
Only wish of a bird (Soul) is to fly freely and the cage around is nothing but the life's net.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets always struggle to put their thoughts straight. They reach far side to view their imaginations sinking. Great job JT.
Thank u dear poet...