My Trapped Life Poem by Md. Anisur Rahman Likhon
My Trapped Life
In a boundary which is built by bricks and stone,
I am trapped in here, from morning until night.
I can’t come out from trapping life due to situation.
As if, I am in depths to depths which is dark.
“I remember the story of past days such as:
The true freedom like birds, golden paddy, the green grass,
And the dewdrop on the grass in the field,
All this brings to heart to make a poem
With freshness and lively touches,
It's the newly-signaling and inspiration to write poetry.”
But today-
Willing of my heart,
It’s filled up by black spots of repentance.
As if, it’s a ruin of bricks and stone like concrete.
Willing of my heart, It’s filled up by black spots of repentance. As if, it’s a ruin of bricks and stone like concrete. /// beautiful expression
I also live in Megapolis - in a stone city I'm tired of... Heart-felt poem!
nice poem; thanks for sharing. Can be improved further through polishing of phrases.
Verily, failures and repentance and past memories when introspected, become the cause of great works but only under the condition of truthful to self. Loved reading and commenting, ........10
Yor are right.I want to become a teacher.So I am studying now.Beside I job in computer lab for my financial problems.At this time electonics life is troubled by me.So I have written this poem.For my felling.Again I inspaire with you.Thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Trapped within four walls for work and livelihood is very common with 99% of people working in office....Nice poem.10++