LIFE OF MY LIFE

By-Tulza Kakde

 

With the fluttering of my wings,

I want to shatter the bars of this cage.

But like a caged flower is a painting,

There is no possibility of being freed.

The spring and the autumn for me are alike go tell the morning breeze.

How should I know

When you come and then you go?

Whoever enters this gloomy place

Remains a prisoner for life in my heart,

They finally succeeded in shooting my soul

The life of my life finally lay and then die

Let my new life with love

bring me the eternal wealth of the old …

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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