I wish I was a tree,
With green leaves and sway free.
The water coming down from the clouds,
Embarks the beautiful object in its bouts.
Enjoying and relishing every moment in the rain,
But I sitting here can see its suffering and pain.
The pain for standing at one point all alone,
Never having a chance to love and for a being to atone.
I wish I was a bird with wings and flying,
Spread out my wings to follow my dreams undying.
Be it morning, noon, evening or midnight,
Always having time enough to have a plight.
From one twig to another and another and forward,
But the fervour to live its life seems to me awkward.
A bird free spirited in all of its way,
Isn’t it the one being caged and dies of decay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wish; is it poets dilemma or despair...? ? ?