Locked-down from thousands of smiles,
And high volumes of sounds
The joy of looking at the skies compressed
With no light of hope.
Whatever we have hoped for still invisible.
Whom shall bring the light?
Who took the light?
As we ask ourselves trees grow, the sun goes around
Atleast we can see the Sun,
Shining through the miserable times we witnessed.
These times hit where we didn't expect
Even if we were prepared, difference would be absent
Yet we have in the past struggled
We shall draw our strength from the past and move forward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sindiswa N. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks