The Quest, The Plight Poem by Laila laila

The desire of holding the clouds in my bossom,
embracing the sky, holding the rains
in the fist of my freedom

Forever being pregnant with unfulfilled quest,
I endure no longer this bravery,
I walk with the weight of being a women,
betrayed myself and behaved a man
Oh! what an irony, what a treachery.

The sickle of hugs, the thorny touch
painful bleeding lips....
trapped, caged and odourless kiss......

Fear of night, which goes deaf by my plight
Still waiting for the dawn to break,
and the monster dare not enter the fragile and dampen my sunlight,
when the cuckoo will taste the freedom and take the flight