Nowhere to stand
Nowhere to keep hands
If think you always this way
Lunacy would be your cage within short time
Better think different way
Sun rises for you
River flows for you
Air blows for you
And earth waits to serve you always
Will get soon a way to keep your existence!
Pranab k c
20/10/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem