A Pendulum
V
V P Mahur
0
Altın Yaprak
Pendulum moves
To and fro about a point
Always at the same place
Although always in move
Wants to reach some goal
But seems to be confused
From the ways unused
How confusion
Makes a fusion
Between right and wrong
They mingle so strong
That there seems no way
To differentiate them
Unless we have
Certain skill
And powerful will
We can never decide
How to stride
If we can not decide
Our right way to proceed
Our thoughts get mix
When we are in a fix
A strong mind
With moral power
Leaves us behind
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş