My tattoo bird returned from the Libyan sky
And rest on my back again.
In the middle of the night
I hear her whisper.
'Oh! My wings were soaked with fumes
And I am really dizzy.
An inferno and fury
And the whole country
Like a furnace!
Then I said; 'Open the windows
And blow off the lantern soon
Otherwise we too get exploded.
I have given you much freedom
And the time has come to cage you now? '
* Each man has a choice in life: he may approach it as a creator or critic, a lover or a hater, a giver or a taker.
-Unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem