What am I broken in,
When the fire burning my soul melts my nerves like pieces of glass: into nothing, perhaps but only slowly passing through life like the liquid that is left thereof?
When nothing holds your heart close to you than your soul then why let it not loose for a joyous liberty breathing life to every rebellion?
It is only a matter of time when things become normal and you become dead.Till then let us live on this day.Hold me because I dare to break off and lest I lose myself, I dare you to stop me from letting loose.Look that bird is going back to the mountain nest.
The clouds rumbling with your voice and I have returned home again.catch me if you can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fire burning! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.