Where is the high wind of the land?
Why don’t we have heaven
Whereas, we keep only earth?
Perhaps Its our habit to be into the dark
Why can’t we see and welcome the bright sun
‘Honesty is the best policy’ tired enough
Only reciting or mugging up
When matter comes to show the honesty,
We don’t keep, shatters
We know only to fight for the sake of faith
If offered a free plate, faith becomes lathe
Tongue tied with intestine
Why our hands are free un-grabbed
god write Aftab, matter comes to show the honesty, i like it, but for the welfare of all. As you know in my poem 'Family members'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tongue tied with intestine Why our hands are free un-grabbed' A powerful expression! Good title, eye catching!