I remember when I was eighteen
My friends and I would make a decision
Climbing the mountain
We climbed with filled pack fast
On a way which had been stepped in the past
Feeling safe on a permanently used path
I saw a barberry bush a little way off my touch
With red fruits next to a rock
Calling me to bunch
My desire and the barberry played ball
Taking me out of the way with a witching call
Making my fall
I passed over the rock barely to reach the berries
Began to berry them with no cease
Eating for my passion's ease
I came back the way but fell down
Flying and falling on a stone
Breaking my face and leg's bone
My body was fainted below my head bloody
But another me was flying yet above my body
Looking at it feeling deep tranquility
I did not forget those berries on that day
Tasting peace when I was fainted out of way
My life was going to be almost their pay
Glorious pleasure is out of the usual road
Without them our life is a heavy load
Ending with no worth
A concept presented in a very unique manner, we can taste the bliss of peace only if are ready to sacrifice our comfort and take risk. a brilliant description and beautiful use of words.
Thank you dear Uzefa for reading it and your kind comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very positively saw the success of life.
Thank you dear friend for your compliment comment. It was encouraging.