The feeling is really not the same
To be confined in one daunting room
To be surrounded by some lifeless walls
To be jailed by their school of thought
That is embedded in their lot;
The feeling is really not the same
Since those who talk suffer
And those who remain silent suffer more;
People of the present days
behold!
The coming looming rising black mystery
Of a previously unknown white destiny;
The change in times of modern Arabia
So difficult in times of the unconditional amnesia
In days of wretchedness as these;
People are no more banal to see…
The blind eyes are not anymore so!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely envisioned and composed. A beautiful poem. Enjoyed with photograph provided. Thanks for posting........10
Thank you dear fellow poet, Mahakul!