the shackles of slavery
with their bold chains
wraps around the mind
chaining its thoughts
into a self-defeated heap
unaware of their potential
to unravel the mysteries
that lies beneath the junk
the mind in its power
pulls and pushes
with its bold hands
searching for a way
to escape the iron bars
that hold it captive
in this state of hopelessness
the soul with its mysterious spell
keeps the mind away from the clutches of madness
cleansing the mind of its demons
in this metaphysical world
where battles are fought
between light and darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem