Suppressed below they try to break through
Suppressed down the ages, they try to
Reassess their identity
Regressive attitude have marked their entity
They like you and me
Trying to minimize the gap
Between their short falls
And their springing achievements..
Beyond all ages they want to score..
Beyond all times, they want to triumph..
They are thoughts and dreams..
We all feel them thumbing
Inside our rotting cage…
Desolate being we remain like this..
With our dreams never translating into reality.
we are our dreams and thoughts...but surely some of them break through....or we wouldn't be holding on for this long.....
i hope they listen for a moment. nice poen shreya. thanks.md
I like this poem a lot its very nicely put.. I love the expression that you have used especially the ending.. Great piece of work...
Good poem; good thought. But why u say rotting cage ur inside(or any other persn's) . Let us presume all insides are beautiful........because there is soul....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Start writing your dreams down and you'll be surprised what happens. Also become active within the dream and it might take place overnight.