In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry
Past the congested lanes into empty backfields,
Beyond the horizons of philosophical wits,
Deep into spiritual contemplations,
I have dived against scientific theories,
On the wings of poetry
High up into the blue skies,
Vanishing from the serene coastal viewpoints,
To appear in strangely beautiful wonderlands,
I have flown against turbulent storms,
On the wings of poetry
Along the road not taken,
Feeding their souls with delicacies of my heart,
Of spirit soothing cold Coca-Cola drinks,
Enriching their minds as I took a flight,
On the wings of poetry
Adventurous journeys,
On high cliffs and up the snowing mountain peaks,
Evading the urban heat and pollutants alike,
Where no road, no rail led,
On the wings of poetry
When the world treats me with contempt,
Fear attacking, like armed gangsters ambush,
Love trashed, exchanged for disdain,
I have learned to build my plane,
On the wings of poetry
In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry
