In my mind again-
a tanned Tarzan
inching his way to the top
Rope in hand, taut hum of sinew,
Your Essential Self- meant for flight.
Meant for flight, you tried to take us with you
Earthbound, we bound you flightless.
I await the dawn
and bear witness to your first
and final flight.
At the top of the tower-
a gleeful king of thrilling heights
hurtling with wild abandon.
the Truth is what I require:
Did you cry in anguish when the harness broke?
Or spread your wings
to taste the Joy of Flying
for the very first time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem