Wish I could cry out at the top
of my heart and say I love you,
until my throat could wail no more!
But I know no matter how hard I try,
my shouts will never pierce your ears,
wish their reverberations would!
Wish I had wings to spread and fly
to play hide and seek with the world,
until my wings could flap no more!
But I know no matter how fast I go
my flights will never touch your skin,
wish my thoughts could warm you at least!
Wish I had the means and strength to uproot
the mount Everest of deceptive greed,
so the human world ran the way it should
but all I have is a humble pen that bleeds!
In the end, I’m just a poet who writes,
the rest is an illusion which they call my life!