In frightened gallops
Against allotted time
I fumble for words
With chances throttled
The flow stops – would I be able?
As the monster snores
Taking his siesta
Keeping me trapped
Locked with his mind
He said – poetry not so sound
Not meant for good upbringing
You expose your inner self
It’s not even a penny worth
No money for your thoughts
But I persist and escape into oblivion
Though a sad caged bird
With her feathers clipped
Captured I tumble wobble and warble
With a lightened lift
Against the built-in pressure
Can a tree bear leaves
That don’t flap and sing?
To the dark clouds that invite
The eagerly awaited rains
That pour giving life
When a strong wind blows
I flutter to the ground
In trapped silence
I flow with the streams
Nothing to stand against
To join the sea
And surf above the waves
Dancing to His rhythm
That is life, inevitable life
When the pressure lid closes
We defy the forces!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem