Tales from The Cradle Poem
In the suburbs of Seven Hills City, I was born.
Odium ran through the walls of the city.
Antagonism forced people out to lone,
and I dreamed further than this calamity.
I felt gloomy, for so long I cried.
Then I saw something above the horizon.
I roamed, stopped, peeped and crawled,
searched but again, the light was bombed gone.
Looking back hurts my soul.
Still I bear a hollow of that depression chain.
But this white light at the North Pole,
quenched away the anguish on the brain.
I now live inside her white robe,
in nights of peace, love and hope.
Here, in the neutral state of the globe,
in the dawn with a sharp pen to probe.
Tales from the Cradle Poem Lyrics are written by ©CyrusMigadde.com. Tales from the Cradle Poem is one of the poems in the Life Poems Chapter of Cyrus Migadde debut book “Dreams Mislaid – 50 Poems About Life