They wound my legs
and ask:
why are you lagging behind?
They keep me in old chains
that wound my body
and say,
this is the fate.
My mind, snail-like, creeps into a crime's crack.
how can they then incarcerate me!
Amazing!
Always.
beautiful Lines made me recall many men we have wounded christ, socrates, and many more regards sandhya
Very well told! Whatever happens they say this is the fate we have to put up with so we never break these chains.10 for it.
the condition of human mind is depicted in classical way.very beautiful creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the realities of earthly life is depicted in this poem.