IT COULDN’T TURN
INTO WINGS…
The root of earthly wishes
Is so deeply buried in the passion,
That the poetical dreams
Don’t turn into sacred wings…
The dreams neither new nor ancient.
And I fail to reach the skies…
Though the prayers tempered me,
On the wings of the entreaty
I couldn’t settle…
The childish lust
And the stubborn wish
Fought with me a battle…
The poetical dreams
Couldn’t turn into wings…
The dreams neither new nor battered…
And I failed to reach the skies…
3.01.2003
Translated from Georgian
The materialistic pleasure tempt us down While the poetic fervor pulls us up… The desires win the tug of war Forbidding us to win the crown…. Very thoughtful, Your poem did have wings to ride up our thoughts. Abha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never too late to fulfill your dream as a poet...a constant balance to any material desires will take you right...Nice poem..