When hopelessness tortures the soul...
Where are the dreams that beckoned in mischief? They died a premature death sighing with grief
Where is the freedom cried the caged bird Its golden cage shining and rotund
The bird doesn't know that its wings are clipped Even though freed it can't away speed
It has to rot in the golden hell Thinking how it will soar past the spell
When will the spell break? When will the wings grow? When will the freedom come? When will the hope rise?
Will the soul sustain the absence of hope? Or will it wither like a flower in heat?
What is this body with no intact soul? Like ruins of a temple whose God is sold
Let the balm of love heal the cracks Lest the rift becomes the valley abyss!
Poetry by ANUPAM
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Written on 2006-04-02 at 14:29
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The Golden Hell
What do I seek? What do I find? Where is the soul that lurked behind?Where are the dreams that beckoned in mischief? They died a premature death sighing with grief
Where is the freedom cried the caged bird Its golden cage shining and rotund
The bird doesn't know that its wings are clipped Even though freed it can't away speed
It has to rot in the golden hell Thinking how it will soar past the spell
When will the spell break? When will the wings grow? When will the freedom come? When will the hope rise?
Will the soul sustain the absence of hope? Or will it wither like a flower in heat?
What is this body with no intact soul? Like ruins of a temple whose God is sold
Let the balm of love heal the cracks Lest the rift becomes the valley abyss!
Poetry by ANUPAM
Read 790 times
Written on 2006-04-02 at 14:29
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