Our Times Poem by Sandra Feldman
Our Times
In the solitude of unrest,
The artist,
The poet are blessed
By their art,
In a world of confusion
And interests that groan
And tear you apart,
Not knowing where
To turn,
Consolation and peace
Have to come
From within,
As we learn how to swim
In the muddy waters of
Perfidy, duplicity
And sin,
Where life searches
Its tragic ending
And honesty,
Cannot win!
Poets are not from the different world they live here, feel here and are moved by the surroundings, when they see things not in proper shape around they raise their voice to put across their thoughts, they are also part of ideal and virtual world where there is no sorrow, no fear and no injustice. But the bitter truth of this life is honesty suffers at the hands of dishonesty and 90% remains mute spectators. A thought provoking Poem. M.Asim Nehal
poets we have a duty to speak out in the times of turbulence no matter how uncomfortable it may be
An interesting poem We poets should however balk against tyranny and injustice Words are powerful things and all the terror in the wold cannot kill a thought. We take refuge in words but it comes at a price it all depends on how brave we are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/22/2024 4:55:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well thought poem. Truly heartfelt and inspiring...5 stars*****