Why do you misunderstand me? 
All the time? 
Why does the fact I care? 
Make me ineligible to be your friend? 
Or is it my mannerism and moods? 
Pray tell me where I err? 
For I would make amends
No sooner you tell me
Would I not? 
For I am but water
Container lacking......
I flow given room
I stagnant; 
Given no room for progress
I gather moss in stale light
I shimmer in brilliant morning sunlight; 
I long to be gathered as your pal
In the light of day; proudly called.....your dearest
Tell me how far I remain
From this mount; I wish to clamber? 
Is there no remotest chance I make it? 
Should I toil harder? 
Or make myself scarce? 
Should I disappear
To appear only when needed? 
Dig a path under ground
to trickle unseen
To come out; 
The other side of the mountain trail
Where you shall in stealth
Meet me to delight? 
Making paper boats of my verses
float; only to be soaked
For ever; having quenched.....
Passion in the paradise of words
To now end the poetry
Pouring itself
Selfless into the ocean of waters
That makes earth
Worthy  of living? 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    