When lips are many
And ears are less
The day of death
of a state comes
for, democracy
fails to flourish
but chaos grows.
The day of death of a state comes for, democracy fails to flourish but chaos grows. Beautiful description of the omen of death. 10
Thanks dear Rimi, Thanks dear friend for the great words of encouragement
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When lips are many And ears are less The day of death of a state comes for, democracy Much more should be heard than talked of in democracy. Great theme.10
Thanks Anita, Thanks dear friend for the great words of encouragement