Monday, November 14, 2011

Freedom is in the words of a Poet


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Freedom is in a bird soaring high
For it can dare to claim sky its own
And flip its open wings in joyous flight.

Freedom is in a droplet of water
For it can dissolve in the grand ocean
And never worry about drying up.

Freedom is in the wind
For it can dissolve in thin air
And whistle around hills and vales the songs of freedom.

Freedom is in the death
For it liberates one from the burden of life
And grave sleeps never to be worried by worldly sorrows.

Freedom is in the poet's words
For poet can breathe the thousand lives
And bask in the glory of freedom castled in between the lines.

14 comments:

  1. Beautiful set of words, lovely :)

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  2. wow, simply awesome, really moving so freely yet so smoothly, so keep flowing, i shall join thy lines.

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  3. @Leoparsica thank you buddy....poems are becoming ritual now....thanks for inspiring..:)

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  4. @Shreya thank you...:) your blog is also awesome..:)

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  5. lovely narration! Freedom, yes, I love to inhale it and do whatever I want, but responsibly.

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  6. wai bro...this is one awesome poem....i enjoyed reading it......thumbs up....

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  7. So wonderful to meet another free spirit ;-)
    We birds of a feather fly together!
    Newest follower.
    ~ Debra

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  8. @Debra
    Thank you.....:)....indeed...birds of same feather flocks together

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  9. Beautiful freedom.

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  10. Beautiful expression; so spontaneous.

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