In a boundary which is built by bricks and stone,
I am trapped in here, from morning until night.
I can’t come out from trapping life due to situation.
As if, I am in depths to depths which is dark.
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I also live in Megapolis - in a stone city I'm tired of... Heart-felt poem!
nice poem; thanks for sharing. Can be improved further through polishing of phrases.
Verily, failures and repentance and past memories when introspected, become the cause of great works but only under the condition of truthful to self. Loved reading and commenting, ........10
Yor are right.I want to become a teacher.So I am studying now.Beside I job in computer lab for my financial problems.At this time electonics life is troubled by me.So I have written this poem.For my felling.Again I inspaire with you.Thank you very much.
Trapped within four walls for work and livelihood is very common with 99% of people working in office....Nice poem.10++
Yes, thats right, but I get to return my past life which was very pleasure and interesting.thank you.
Yes, thats right, but I want to get return my past life which was very pleasure and interesting.thank you.
Willing of my heart, It’s filled up by black spots of repentance. As if, it’s a ruin of bricks and stone like concrete. /// beautiful expression