if i could
i would destory everything
until nothing is left
if i could
i would kick the walls
until they are all down
if i could
i would smash the windows
until there's no more left
there's nothing more than
having my own space
there's nothing more than
controlling what i do
there's nothing more than
what i would like to do
looking into the sky
how i wish to be a star alone
shining brightly with no fear
so bold and strong
looking into the sky
how i wish to be a sliver moon
standing out from the rest of the night
sliding all the way
gently and calmly
lookng into the sky
how i wish to be all black
no need to be noticed
so mysterious and unknown
everything would be fine
if only i was left alone
everything will be well
if only i was the same
but how can everything be alright
if i'm not alright at all?
How can things be cool
if i'm fuming like a hot coal?
How can i be?
How can i take myelf away from this?
huh?
how can i? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cleansing: A novel method. carry on hindi, nice write