We all are alloted a death cell
Of flesh and blood and bones
To take birth in the prison
And the pleasure we need
Are all painted on its walls
Wr have also the freedom
To open the five windows of senses
Of the death cell whenever we like To pull the world in and
Through the big door of the mind
Go out for a flight
High in the sky above the prison
What more do we need?
Fight for food like an animal
And surrender for love like human
Till in the gallow of time
To be hanged defenceless
So long we are in need of prison
No question arise for a domicile beyond
Even no question arise
If there is anything called freedom.
To be hanged defenseless the wonderful imagination of human end in poetry.
To be hanged defenseless the wonderful imagination of human end in poetry. philosophical context the poem I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our body is our prison cell - - - till in the gallow of time/ to be hanged defenseless- - - Five senses our windows to the world and mind our big door through which we can take a flight - - - - , Thanks for sharing.the beautiful poem.