Monday, August 31, 2015

[[[ Trap ]]]


Foggy misty shaky images
Searching for life in the old torn pages

When last did the real smile laughed
It does seem to be ages

There is so much freedom
But what is that which is trapped
In some self-made cages

Wish to fly away
Run away to some distant land
Stop the time
And break free of all invisible bondages