If I knew I could touch the skies and never did
If I knew I could walk on the sea and never did
If I knew I could ascend mountains and never did
'Twas silhouette, could ever become my fate,
Even it could become multitude
Or, multiple in it's different black catalogue
Once I had colours of my own,
I was drenched in seven of them,
Yet, six being lost in stormy wind
Remained only the silhouette.
But those days were even so responsible
As much counted as I was,
Now, I can judge it's colours
Although, 'twas black in special
But in different catalogue;
Now I can touch the skies
Now I can walk on the sea
Now I can ascend mountains
And rainbow has become my fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.a touch of nostalgia gives it vivid color.liked it.