When he was sent to jail
The warder did decree
His cell should be
Perfectly circular.
I attribute his madness
To this encircling doom.
For in his room
Not driven into corners,
He compulsively
Groped for the centre -
Thus did he enter
The orbed madhouse.
Some of these poems are very intriguing! You get number one (for the day) .
Some of these poems are very intriguing! You get number one (for the day) .
A fantastic flow of words with great message.....It is fact, the prison changes its shape...with reason... Loved reading it. You have penned it very well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are surrounded by jails