Flakes of ashes weave the carpet
Under your feet, that forgot
The soft colour of earthly green.
Your eyes are afraid of butterflies,
But drink nectar from
An opaque glass-jar called civilization.
Myth is lost from your black bloodline
Still you slay moonbeams every night with
Your adamantine sword of progress.
You have possessed all the freedoms
On the concrete-made lines
Of your so called fortunate palms,
Yet you are making cage legally
For confining your own brotherhood.
You are the one, you are the all,
You are the invincible.
Maybe now God needs to pay
Thousands of tsunamis to destroy you.
You are the one, you are the all, You are the invincible. Maybe now God needs to pay Thousands of tsunamis to destroy you.........profound composition.Thought provoking.....10
all our abuses will come back and haunt us someday lovely read-10
powerful message through the unconventional write a perfect 10....!
And we are to be blamed for all mishaps.........A thought provoking poem..Beyond ratings....loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Civilization! With the muse human beings on earth. Nice work.