Time flies like kites
Without precision it slide
Memories linger but awhile
Like patches of cloud my worries
Dissipates at noonday clout
Resurfaces at night a star distant
Submerges with the sun bare blunt
Absent of flora and fauna scant
A shallow brown stream all must drink
The wisdom soup watery sore and blank
The tasteless ration kicks a spunk
Reminds me of home socked as drunk
Every Institution is guided by law
Her yard is no exception I saw
Before complain obey or juice to stew
Rule number one the rest without a clew
Shaved and stripped of every right once a Freeman
Long lived rituals to purge of all the bad omen
Connect with the world outside 'new man'
They called me after my story they took me in
I was low spirited for countless days
Trapped behind these ruthless bars
My mind roam free as migratory birds
Here I sit a silent listener with ardent ears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of home! ! ! Nice piece of work.