If the wind could be a witch
to enchant on her lightness
to blow out her dreams which;
can shimmer in all provokes
to burn all those behind her dreams
leaving shadows of light
shaping wickedness of darkness
could never stop her aiming
the hikes of her aspirations
not the wind could putt off
the flame she innovates
tourchers, threats, traps
she would not pray at these
but not these all dare to go ahead
to tame her wishes so hard
to bow her down so far
she was ever wounded
but it healed her dreams
encouraged her to withstand
to smile at and to get burst
darkness couldn't haunt her
nor the nightmares frighten
even the wind tried hard
to blow her flames of goals
silence was her weapon
courage lead her along
from dawn to dusk to fight
with all her pains along
you and me know her
and calls up her weak
but if you dare to taste
you could feel the strength
she could rise as much before
like phoenix from ashes
if you dare to round your hands
for the flame of her dreams in wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem and these lines that was superb (silence was her weapon, Courage leads her along, From dawn to duskt to fight, With all her pains along) This proves the Phoenix from ashes! Thanks for sharing this poem, , , I wish you all the success.. Keep on writing! ! top marks! !