I wished to hold on tightly
To my poem
In the labyrinth of memory lanes
Of my mind
Till I could sit quietly
In a corner
And spit it out rolling my pen
On a paper.
It didn't happen the way
I wanted it to
The poem made its journey
On its own
Traveling thru all the wide open
Forbidden paths
In an aimless pursuit of unknown goals
And was lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem