Whippersnapper Poem by Aram Stefanian

Here I am, a long-distance escapee from Nirvana.
I swapped the garden of Eden for the planet Earth.
Yesterdays have slipped my memory, and I got no manana.
I'm not even positive if I will be granted a following birth.
A blind love for humans was a reason for my decision.
Trying hard to be a mortal, I still feel like a black sheep.
To be like them I have to do some extra revision,
Yet up to now, in misunderstanding I have been knee-deep;
An express train of thought arrives at the wrong destination.
When I see a flock of birds, I am obsessed with eery fear,
Me and they can forecast a thunderstorm by intuition.
I miss heaven terribly, wishing I could get there from here.