They ask me the reason
The reason to smile
When the life is so fragile
They ask me the reason
For searching pages
Blank and drawn …
A face in fog
Lost anon
For feeling numb
To stare the tress, the wind
The seen, unseen
Tired of those strident reasons …
The incessant desires
Born in cage
Yet denies
To envisage the reason
In each horizon
Set me free, let me fly
Not the wind, yet alive …
set me free? who does it? there are no reasons for many things under the sun...smiling at the fragility of life needn't have any reason...we willingly allow ourselves to be put into cages...don't we?
o, yes...i liked your name a lot...don't ask me the reason, ok? by the way, what does it mean...may i know?
and again I wish you may be hope to be in horizon of dream and set your soul be free The incessant desires Born in cage Yet denies To envisage the reason In each horizon
A great start with a nice poem, Anvita. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
good one. there was continuation in events going on. that was nice to see
The free spirit not bound by any reasons, just living whatever the moment holds for it. Really good write. Enjoyed reading...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a beautiful piece. very inspiring and well written! my favorite part was the last stanza. 'Set me free, let me fly/Not the wind, yet alive' absolutely lovely :)