Breezy air, scented flowers, buzzing bees
All are quite annoying
Some times a strange
Darkness tied him, he crawled
and tried to open the window
For the pathway of light
But still it tried to cover him
And insisted him to live in
the infinite dark, under the ground
But something take him back
Smile was faded years ago
light was disappeared years ago
With a massive heart
He rested on the corridor
For the first time he looked
at the sky not to complain
But to admire, admire that second
He smiled from the heart
A blurred insight to
Past with lot of giggles
Lot of laughter, lot of love
Passed like a film
Now on this melancholic
And depressive responsibilities
Mouth used to complain
And to quarrel
Smiles and joy becomes a toy
Which was used earlier
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem