So blatant and bleary mountain
Evoked a clubbable procrastination and blase it
all the good intentions are blasphemy!
It blocked all the roads and tunnels to success
Blimey familiar paths like a tree that outgrow in the road
So big than eyes can see the edge of it
With stones of secretes and grass of sins
The trees of fear in shapes of sobs
All in this mountain are the same and not familiar
All the wild animals in this mountain are defensive and offensive
All my words and premise flew with succumb of equivocal
All the wishes and desires on the mountain are blunt and bluff
Mountain that was not climbed and voyaged
I remain at bottom of the mountain
Like a dove that fly low and please its hunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All are defensive and offensive To survive in this world for existence