My Crazy Heart Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

MY CRAZY HEART
No chest is a cage for a heart.
My crazy heart tries to leave its cave to fly.
Whose eyes do the clouds steal to cry?
Seas are either mad or calm.
My tongue still recites a puzzle rhyme.
Who can be on the world's patting palm?
The world's grip is a cage for my heart.
A closed road seems an iceberg to my eyes.
Will the world's hand sketch my roads on the miles?
My crazy heart tries to leave its cave to fly.
It's a migrant bird, free in the sky.
O, my darling, guide the bluebird to your side.