I gaze at you, Matthew Arnold
Th echos of all times
The horizon, heaven disclose.
I am nothing, I have nothing
And wandering to and fro
You know I am in prison
But thing is that I do not want freedom.
My silent pain is
Dragging me from my back
And I missed so many things.
I have a life
I know I not alone
I know I am not mad
I know I am no a slave also.
I want not freedom but your echoes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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