The wind goes slowly like a snail
I know you become my real friend
You will never ask any of my evil deeds
Never dig the old skull
With a whisper and a call
You blow out my senses with your all
You help me to born again
Like a new child, innocent
The old sorrow and pain I burry
In the magical tides of the ocean,
The murmur sound of freedom
I heard in the wings of an un -caged bird
The delight of your touch I inhale day and night
The colour of your smell I drink with cactus eyes
You bloom a flower
In the garden made up of stone
With out any cloud
You cause the rain and make me dream
And thanks a lot
To become a real friend without any cause..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem in couplets form makes an enjoyable read. Our own consciousness is our true friend which helps us to acknowledge and differentiate between our good and evil deeds.