The poor sooty chimney cleaner who shouts from a top;
' Oh! These trampled flowers cry irksomely
But the inhuman machines never stop the rotation
And crush the soft petals vigorously.
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The lament of the human spirit against forces over which he has no control. Excellent write, Nimal. May your voice continue to be heard. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
I think that Sandra said it best, , but I will just add how thankful that I am that you have written so skillfully this excellent poem for me Love duncan X