If our dream slips away
Our boat to beauty flips away.
Magic is not prisoner
But ego nips away.
If we are truly free
Thief of our happiness trips away.
Let our life lived tell us
Only the regrets heaps away.
Picture the harmony among us
Blood war drips away.
Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan
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Reviewed by vicky fisher (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2007
I love this ! makes you reach inside yourself and search your soul
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2007
The poem is very good, but can you answer one question about your countries problems.......
Where are the best soldiers in the world, whom we owe our freedom to, namely the Ghurkas, who at long last are now recognised as English citizenship, after much pressure and petition put on our govenment, for such great men, soldiers without fear....
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Where are the best soldiers in the world, whom we owe our freedom to, namely the Ghurkas, who at long last are now recognised as English citizenship, after much pressure and petition put on our govenment, for such great men, soldiers without fear....