Captured time
Captured minds
No freedom
No life
No home to go
To be welcomed
To live
To love
To shine
Please say...One day
It will be mine?
Not exactly Light verse, my friend. Dark and shadowy and so melancholy... I could imagine many men and women who live on the streets could feel this way to the depth of their souls and perhaps drown themselves in alcohol or drugs to escape this dreadful loneliness. Or the refugees knocking at our country's doors asking for a life worth living... saying please. a thousand tears and a thousand 10's for this humane plea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where there is no freedom there life is just like a dead life in cage. We need freedom always under righteous laws. A nice home is needed for every person. Yes, one day freedom will come and mind will feel joy getting a home. Time has captured mind and mind has captured time. A brilliant sharing is done here...10