Yes of course
There are times I wish I
I could be one of you
In earning and caring
Head in sand, in snow
Blind to rest of world.
But I am behind bars…
The wall of my feelings
My caring and loving…
I fly though wingless
A bird in cold winter
No home for, is dream
No branch for shelter…
I see and sympathize
Many times empathize
Their pain goes in skin
It hurts and is itching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem