tell me, why should i see <br /> pure fear in the innocent eye <br /> of young couple nurturing love? <br /> but the petals of age dropping <br /> in quest of breath of life. <br /> <br /> desire knock at <br /> hearts of the poor, <br /> darkened future, twisted tongues <br /> eyes that see no more <br /> from anywhere and everywhere <br /> grasping at the straw of life <br /> helpless, tormented <br /> the breath and essence are lost. <br /> <br /> familiar faces fail <br /> to exchange smiles <br /> on shores of <br /> turbulent sea of kenya <br /> sorrow piles up like garbage heaps, <br /> on a deserted city corner <br /> winds of change wait <br /> for a unseen timber box of destiny. <br /> pan-full of joy spills down <br /> love withers, tenderness escapes. <br /> <br /> candles of hope flicker but no logic, <br /> still thoughts blink at countless burials <br /> unaccounted, unseen. <br /> phantomsof past represent <br /> the four freedom- <br /> yet life continues, <br /> waiting for tomorrows.<br /><br />dr swami arupananda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-freedoms/
