THE DREAM COMES TRUE by கொடைக்கானல்

It all
started from
The Change of the Sickle
It all started
When our soul
Stood aghast
At the possessif (possessive)
It all started
When we allowed them
To thrash our chins
Already wet with tears
We need no more shackles
Rather be of gold
The dream of a Pigeon
Afloat on the sky
will never fail.
(This is My First Entry into the world of Poetry in English)

1 comment:

G.Rajam said...

My Blessings!