LONELY
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 22 of 2021
With wrong crowd in the wrong place;
In the wrong time, in the wrong age!
Mine is the out dated composition;
No matching with the new generation.
I am at the hill now, under a big tree;
Thanks god, good birds fly above me.
Lonely living without any danger and fear;
In protective nature, no tiger, no vulture!
Past good looking folks are now dry roses;
I missed time and hallucinating in boozes.
Whatever is gone, gone, gone! Bygone!
Considering birth and life meant for donation.
Older folks passed on stories of life to next generation;
None to listen my hearsay and so, differently, I carry on.
A lovely poem of reflection and nature expressed so nicely......5 stars
Beautiful poem Chan! Under a big tree on top of a hill where birds fly!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am at the hill now, under a big tree; Thanks god, good birds fly above me.Powerfully worded, excellently rendered.5 Stars full!