Let me fly like a bird
And my soul a kite.
Little have I known this soul-
My shackled mind's tired of secured
I wanted to circle round the people
Living in a corner of this universe.
And I enjoyed your pity enough-
To say 'NO' to myself.
And now I feel like a plastic bag;
That feels secured under the dazzling sun
Ignorant of its rotting fate.
How ignorant I was to mystify my life
Into a plastic bag.
Now that I feel alone like a lonely mountain,
That only is engraved by the icy clouds and snow
I must fly.
I must fly to the horizon of my loneliness
Where I am no more afraid of the soundlessness,
Or being the first descendant of my species.
Let my soul elope with the love of mountain-
Let my mountainous soul enjoy the loneliness...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must fly to the horizon of my loneliness Where I am no more afraid of the soundlessness, Or being the first descendant of my species. escapist! /// penned nicely