A confusing noise surrounds me all the time
That noise of yours or mine
A noise of freedom or a noise of rebel
But I call it my Babel
A fog of Babel surrounds me this time
I can hear but I am blind
A Babel to call you my diary or my friend
I feel light when I share my thoughts to my diary
And a Babel arise when I call it my 'dear diary'
I feel honored when I talk to my friend
And a Babel arise when I call you MAM
I am wet in my emotion rain
And I stand alone in this strange land
This is a beautiful poem, a peom from the heart of young man, with all the cacophony of the unrequited love, this poem serves to momentary give a clarity, that allright, there is still confusion!
i am wet in my emotional rain....... excellent expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this poem so i decided to give you a 10