My path, where the river flows clean
Where words will not be mumbo jumbo
Where land is not green on other side
Where birds will fly even in night
By singing lullabies to sleeping drums
Lead me there my path to wage myself...
Where blood is not thicker then water
Where every cloud has a silver line
Where I awake on right side of my bed
Where I can wear my heart on sleeve
By walking on bridge with no water under
Lead me my path where I can see pigs fly...
Where leopard can change his spots
Where shoulders are never cold
Where evil is not slapped on wrist
Where I can happily hold my horse
By watching my soul and me doing tango
My path lead, lead me to such foolish land...
Strange wishes, none will go for, are sought for in this poem nicely..
May all your wishes come true. Cheers, and thanks for sharing a nice and refreshing poem.
a hope with in Faith...such a lovely poem of deep surrender to God...God bless a 10 +++
if this land could exist it would be heavenly bliss. but just like a caveman picked up his fist stick to protect his cave this world will remain the same. great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different thought...different write....with a tinge of fun and oddity...thank you