The sky seems tired
And the bird fly and fly
But no place is there
To take rest.
The road is not going to anywhere
And the tiny creature is running
And running to reach somewhere
But all in vain.
Let us go and in reply
No one uttered a single word
In objection but said okay, let's go.
True to say we all depend
On the concept of freedom, but the very word
Itself is nonsense and impure in practice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem