I couldn't flow anymore,
The mud was so dense and
I was immersed in between
Pooled here and there, in
Dirty, muddy, gloomy water.
My energy became futile, wasted
To fulfil the unwanted desires
I am not this, I am not this
Never should I become like this,
And the answers were unexisting.
The weeds grew all over my paths,
They blocked my flow once again.
I changed into a vast green ocean,
Which uncovered all my limitations.
But still, some buffaloes were
Bathing in me, only nose above
I felt I was being jailed there
Could only weep among the bars.
My tears create fertile lands
My dreams show me a thousand miles.
It was a metamorphosis altogether
To acquire the rapid energy jumps.
I am not this, I am not this Never should I become like this, And the answers were unexisting.- - - -> loved the depiction of emotion here, perhaps non-existing would work better than unexisting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paths! ! Muddy! Muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.