We are back at where we set off
After circling round and round
Like an eagle preying over nothing.
We are the mad people
Who carry bags and baggage
Thinking they are going somewhere
Only to go nowhere.
We are where we began the erstwhile journey
Legs that pain
Heads that ache
Raiments, dirty and torn
Are the goodies we brought.
We are back again at where we set off
After circling round and round
Like an eagle preying over nothing.
It may be true about some of the efforts put in by some of the people but we cannot or should not generalise. Thanks, Abayomi.
Such mind educating poem you have there congratulations... read my poem... You were never alone thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
round and round the earth is round and my sound is back again at set off round and round the earth is round and civilization sound wears the primitive socks round and round the earth is round and primitive cave rules from top ..........