I’m a creature, a bird, a lioness alike;
My being a mystery; a mountain, the ocean still be;
And the earth, oh! The earth so full of profusion;
My soul, my spirit; my body, up in the sky thee yearn to be;
But feathers, I have not;
My people, the nations, my brothers, in me you bestowed a giant;
The rock you place on my head, fever on my brows won’t go away;
An elephant you’ve crowned me; I say it is the strength in my bones
That I carry the load often too heavy to bear;
Crown me a queen! Crown me a queen! I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt,
I am a lover, a companion, a friend, a colleague, a worker,
I am cleaner, a sweeper, a cook, I am a care giver, I’m feeble, I am who I am;
A creature, But feathers, I have not.
man when besirs by the quest of self yet he get the answers as he leaves the place at finale, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , wonderfully wrought from soul by the imagery of man standing upon the dusts of earth in timre and space, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
it is deepened with the understanding of being a human, that it lies beyond the visible but way beneath and i like that. i gave it 10
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I would like to translate this poem
A fine description of man indeed, A marvelty of imagery and a thoughtfull processing. A well deserved 10+