you are alone in the dark
or wallowing in the light
in your deep lonesome
you confine within
the barriers of sentiments
and love for your thought.
I see you from my balcony
behind the blue lourvres
shut behind unseen doors
with locks of heavy metals.
Bound to your world
where opposites are right
grooming everyday
a cuff that never loose.
You're meant to smile at first
but, you lost the zest.
clad to your fervent world
so boldly to a fault
politics love and religion,
you lock in lurid duel
'....The multitude are blind'
your views are never heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem