Weary, 
Of adjusting to the box, 
To Frequencies that will never match, 
Ever wondered? 
How it feels to belong, 
Yet not belong? 
Each breath is heavier
You don't float; you fight not to drown.
Yet hearing the talks, 
which do not resonate, 
even though it's a life phase, 
it makes you want to escape.
Might fly once again.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.