My Trapped Life
In a boundary which is built by bricks and stone,
I am trapped in here, from morning until night.
I can’t come out from trapping life due to situation.
As if, I am in depths to depths which is dark.
“I remember the story of past days such as:
The true freedom like birds, golden paddy, the green grass,
And the dewdrop on the grass in the field,
All this brings to heart to make a poem
With freshness and lively touches,
It's the newly-signaling and inspiration to write poetry.”
Willing of my heart,
It’s filled up by black spots of repentance.
As if, it’s a ruin of bricks and stone like concrete.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: job