Standing on top of the cliff
Hit by sorrow and grief
Looking down at the calm sea
Remembering my bird flying free
Drowning in the ocean of pain
Refusing to catch the train
Swept by the river of thought
Which suffers from drought
Hit by the winds of change
Engulfing me into an imaginary cage
Imaginary walls from my past
From the time i was innocent
Not understanding what life was about
They were the good old days i spent
Standing there just as still
Deep inside healing my bloody will to kill
Regretting the crime i had done before
Adding to my grief more & more
Just why is nature so beautiful?
Can't I be it's shadow before departure?
The wind blows harder
Now i can see I'm truly a prisoner
But who's prisoner am I?
Am i a prisoner of fate
Or a prisoner of the bird unable to fly?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why nature is so beautiful.umm i like