Like a dam built to
Hold and guide
The waters of Time,
The calendar is the cruelest
Terrorist - of the
Impossible kind.
Just to think of it -
Life is terror itself,
Framed and named
As Life. Oh bother!
Free the bird of
It's cage. Let it fly,
Into the unknown
Heart of the Unknown.
Name to Nameless
Frame to Frameless;
Rip the calendar and
Put it in the dustbin
Of times.
Be.
A beautiful portrayal of the essence and loftiness of freedom, with insightful into the undesirable, deplorable, and ugly condition imposed by oppressive tyranny. Lovely poem well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ravi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your kind words on the poem, Chinedu. Cheers Ravi