I tried; being one among everyone
awake when they feel its day,
walk the street the followed way.
I want to know what lay beyond,
the thoughts they own or have owned.
I walk the hills when it is dark,
they always paint it bright and not stark!
I tried; to be alike everyone.
barring myself from emotions,
considering the world and its notions!
I start walking and catch the speed,
and keep on walking till I bleed.
I cry, I weep, I fail, I stay
I want to walk my own way!
And here today,
I try; to be me.
awake at night, sleeping in sun,
why is the question, answer none.
walk and run and sit when in pain,
why is the question, to answer I refrain.
to feel the smiles, the pounding, the wails,
Yes I am not the iron but the wood which sails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem