Why should I try?
It has its own destiny
And let wind takes the responsibility.
I am just a stargazer in the open sky.
When my kite insists about the freedom of choice
No grumble and I let loose the line to choose her the side.
We are indeed too finite to control destiny. I can see your wandering cloud and your rising kite.Pleasing imagery. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.... and in this acceptance lies spiritual and personal freedom. You dress your wisdom in well cut garments, Nimal. I love this one. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥