Our heads do collide
With each other;
To accomplish
Someone else's desire!
And there the mighty fixtures,
Buildings and holdings,
Remain as wonders
For human minds.
Thus our sufferings,
Reach Neither Hell;
Nor Heaven,
But how I wonder,
Their preaches,
Often reach
Destinations….
And, when they become guilt
For their sole built;
When it hit their fame,
We are just made for the blame!
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-RAHUL SHARMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its interesting… keep it up!