As winds cry in dry lands tearlessly
As lions sweep the barren plains hungrily
As clouds sail in gray skies aimlessly
I, an aimless soul hungry for beatitude,
Tearless, I cry in the barren lands of solitude.
In deep sadness for gray sky and aimless soul. We live with a hope to live better tomorrow. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep on crying! There is hope...!
i will.Thanks.