Times have changed
we have grown
the world have wings
Little did we learn to flies
Witty we succumb and watch it flow
We all are caged birds
Chained to bricks of fates
aloft in dried courts of life
when we sing
all we hear are echoes
when we whisper
still, we hear no voice but silence
Shall then we wait till tomorrow?
maybe the passerby will come
and listen to our songs
they are songs of love, hate, and tribe
Full of fury
enveloped in the fear of fate
but in a moment of Pataki
it signifies nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem