The cry of a new born baby reminds me of
the joy of motherhood and the pride of fatherhood,
We all have dreams, dreams of reaching the peak of our mountains
like the man who conquered Mount Everest;
Dreams of dancing on the moon with the astronauts and counting the stars in its galaxy,
But I woke up this beautiful and predictable Monday morning
realizing that the future of this once great nation
looks like a mirage in a desert with no oasis
to quench the taste of the crying and dying masses.
realizing that the future of this once great nation
looks like a mirage in a desert with no oasis
i like this more…. nice poem
Thank You.
Nice one. A strong message that should bring change.
insightful