Scattering self in soil
Flying on the mountain top
Under the spell of sun
Swaying freely with grey clouds
rain drenching every ounce
I find me joining earth in the dance of rain
For few moments i forget all
But will my soul ever stop its quest?
It raises me again to quench my thirst
so a journey resumes
No sooner i flip flap to raise myself
i find myself scattered everywhere
manifested in beautiful rhymes called poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i searched you in PH also. i did never notice. beautiful write. keep writing