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