Sense Of My Freedom
Sense Of My FreedomWhy I am writing?
Poem in empty page
Why I am knocking?
Closed doors of your hearts cage
Why I am giving?
Guts with my poetic words
To cowards and cunnings
Why?
Because it is not my polite tongue
But sharper the swords,
All my inspirits and installs,
The sense of freedom
As my poems are the epitomes of intense
Emotional appeal and inspire seldom
In sense of freedom lies injustice of humanity
And are not barely crying for the freedom of
Parochial and racial lunacy
Who ever picked the pen and who ever the
Swords are not the issues;
But for me, both are the same epitomes
And struggles for the liberating bondage tissues.
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 15:13
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