Those days were as cloudy as the dark nights,
When you had been crying as an abandoned child,
Blaming everything and everyone you encountered,
Cursing and insulting at every step you took upstairs,
Sitting under tree of fickle Bodhi, you were enlightened,
To downgrade everything you read as the malicious and fault,
Not the gaps between the teeth were spared,
You took the axe to dig those to smell the debris,
Many faint hearts were drowned, crying in pain,
Unaware of the irritants, which closed the eyes as pious,
And philosophical, plagiarized the weapons for words,
You are very crude, still under the earth, dreaming to come out,
To take the revenge on those who culled you to stop the disease,
Man, you are too weak; every step must be taken careful,
We are fools, just graduated from kindergarten,
Still wearing diapers and hiding the pacifiers in the tiffin box,
How high we fly using our wingless fragile thought,
Don’t forget the humanity that everyone long for.
Excellent write. The choice of words makes this poem great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phenomenal write, layered with so much insight into the mind of the subject, to me it sounds like a retelling of the Buddhist story only this time casting a different light from the one originally constructed. The world is a wonderful place, the people in it have problems but if we live our lives in the pursuit of what is good, we should be able to live. I hope your friend is well How high we fly using our wingless fragile thought beautiful sentiment