Trust me I am yours,
But I am not for you,
I am for love
And for the truth.
Face, you want to see,
But not able to identify
That I know.
You want your own image
To be reflected here,
I know and that is a word.
Forest, I can say
Not mine and still,
I stay all days
With my ideas as stone.
My father was here
And he is no more now.
My children were here,
And they are not near.
I want a fight
To prove I am alive.
I want a jump and fly,
I want to smile and cry.
Trust me, nothing is mine,
And I am nowhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and spontaneous.. My father was here And he is no more now. My children were here, And they are not near. I want a fight To prove I am alive. I want a jump and fly, I want to smile and cry. Trust me, nothing is mine, And I am nowhere......... Thanks.