The hills are always far away.
He knows the broken roads, and moves
In circles tracked within his head.
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Broken roads! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A poem exploring the bad impact of rampant, mindless urbanization and industrialization of our space which houses the populated exodus and congested city space clamouring for natural greenery and vegetation, gasping for breath and fresh vision and sunlight rarely explained elsewhere. Urbanizing our space, where have we reached ultimately? The dry river, silent nature, what are they telling about?
Beautiful poem. Congratulations! Now exposed to this page will return to read more. Thank you PoemHunter.
The river which he claims he loves Is dry, and all the winds lie dead.- beautiful!
" He knows the broken roads, and moves In circles tracked within his head." Good knowledge of the environment. Interesting.
The city like a passion burns. He dreams of morning walks, alone, And floating on a wave of sand. great poem. very fine perceptions and expressions. tony
Is there line wise explanations for urban and critical appreciation of it available
An interesting and meaningful poem. Well crafted.