The Son Of Mountains Poem by Abdul Sattar

I am the son of mountains
I feel life in stones and thorns
I born in love and hatred
I feel the fairies tales
When I am lonely


I know the hurdles of life
How to find when there is no way
I can look into the eagle's eye
When it glances over its prey
Piercing it in parts


I know what is happiness
What are sorrows I know more
When there is no doctor to call
And life takes the last
Recipe of death


I know how to react
When you alone can touch and hear
The mad cry from your heart goes
Towards cliffs and rebound
Sink in the heart