My hawk-eyed raven free from the silver cage,
Will glide like never before,
Unrolled wide wings lined with striking feathers,
Will wander through untamed woods unlike before,
Dig out the cowboy hat buried deep below,
Fish out the studded leather jacket pushed in corner,
Pack the bags for another adventure,
Kick down the wall between you and the nature
Time to dust preachers and teachers,
Moment to vent the wrath boiling in heart,
Chance to spit the curses stuck in throat,
Triumph the life lost in living
Eternal footprints of the deep claws,
Will beckon the lost once crossed,
Shrieks of jubilation of the victorious vagabonds,
Will echo across in the deep vale once ventured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Hither. Thanks for sharing Peace