To my friends who are more worth than just the identity- 'Friends'
That some started after I stopped
digging the wrong side..
The Begin slapped me so soft that
became reason for my smiles..
Far away and more farther was
lying I;
In midst of attitudes, cornered
eyes and shivering shy..
With their wild authority acts that
almost caught reality,
Let me run free in the dusty
heaven bewildered..
Puddle or a mistake in the earth it
was,
That I fell without wounds on a
cloud with grass..
The bewilderment ran as I eyed to
a cushion of joys,
that cared floating me up and not
running amongst woes..
Different were the cushions of the
different time,
that suffocated the breath for the
rhyme-
of me..
Until I found my flying spirits
whom along I flee..
They won't read the whole I
know and know,
but with banned requests my
head I bow..
Thanks for plugging my life to a
different era,
And for the delight-seed that you
sowed in me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem