You haven't, haven't you gone,
to the top of Himalaya?
Or you haven't, haven't you stayed,
at the scorching plains of Sahara?
I want to be like you, oh air,
that is light, has no color or fear.
That keeps everyone alive,
no matter what is their size.
Traveling whole across the earth,
worrying about nothing neither death nor even dirt.
Checking each and every place, you air;
where no one has reached you reach there.
Whether it is sunny day or wintery night,
you never-ever change your mind.
In the end I would only like to say, 'oh air,
I want to be like you dear.'
amazing....beautiful description of air and its comparison with life...... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Air beautiful pleasant air touches Himalaya and Heart alike You are a good poet Shubham Write more --KAVIN CHARALAN