Contracted unto myself again
I fear dear
Heart Blusters
Eye lids wet
Body shags
To sing more songs
Of an insolent singer
For the morsel of hope
But dreams
Of fertile land and
Own huts
Will fulfill or not
I know not
Bulldozer comes
To lash in mud
But reminds
No retreat
From the land of hope
hope is like wings to our courage....a brilliant thought told very well... thank you for sharing
I am a little dark today poet, maybe it reflects on my words. Hope? Is like incurable sick. Thanks for invite me. Like it so much
You are right, never retreat of hope. Always hope in the best, but take what comes and deal with it.
To be evicted from one's land and home is indeed a painful thing, be it in the name of development or urbanisation! ! Enjoyed reading it! Thanks for the invitation!
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I would like to translate this poem
You are right, never retreat and give up. Follow your feelings and you will understand eventually what goes on.