Created by the and confined to the
box I live, warning you all to
not to devour on me, for it
will only provide you with
grave agony and baulk.
Made for a motif, for a purpose,
but seem to have been proven an
incompetent in its fulfillment.
Still I was there.
With the passage of time, I grew
big, for a worldwide significance;
to which you all did gaze, but I guess,
my elucidation was a bit too muddy
to be comprehended.
Still I'm there.
Still I stand, being a traitor to
my holder with a hope, that
'one day - the wind will change.'....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem