Helplessly he watched
the bird of promise
leaps to the horizon.
There was nothing but
hallucinating sky colours
overwhelming the sharp
line of horizon.
He mused, for how long
he never spoke a word.
No one was around to speak.
Even the mind was not
eager to listen.
He checked his pocket
looking for a piece
of paper for any
written words.
Nothing!
And now the bird too
was not there.
Restless and angry
he floundered on
the zigzag trail ahead
hoping to see
the bird of promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem