I am the prisoner of time
I am the prisoner of mind
I am the prisoner of my society
I am the prisoner of thoughts.
Now I want to get out of the prison
Now I want to fly free
Not by breaking the walls of illusion
But by spreading the wings of love.
I like how this poems begins by being negative but changes with the last stanza. If we do feel like prisoners, all we have to do is spread the wings of love to escape.
By spreading the wings of love - free like a bird. Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is the answer to escaping the confinement of daily life. Beautiful.