The weapon you hold, sharper than the sword,
The passport to the materialistic mummified tombs,
The love between the hearts measured in seconds,
Poor minds are spoilt and rot, while the hearts still chase,
You get trapped on your own in the routine clocks,
Even if you want to escape, you are bonded with tricks,
The best brains of the world work out in the labs,
The gentle human have some bank balance and a false smile..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely envisioned and aptly presented. I like the most lines are...The love between the hearts measured in seconds, Poor minds are spoilt and rot, while the hearts still chase, Thanks for sharing. .....10