I have waited long to come
By the window, the window
That sees the world like
Petals does, when they first bloom.
" There would be cruel hands and cursing words
To hold ye of guard ,
There will be Mask, on faces to
Deceive, till you break, or
Mighty machine, they called mass,
With no heart to see you through "
The cage ring in my head,
Yet I want to break the chain
That hold me; safe, in thy room.
I banged on bars ,
As winds from the valls rushed in ,
As bird's song filled my ears
As new rays charmed my vision.
My heart beat in fear and joy.
"Don't go, you little lass ,
Haunted are those song, so are those beams ,
Harsh glares can blind you,
Screams and sirens can deaf,
So can poisoned smokes kill.
Here, in your cozy cell, you'll be safe.
Yet I longed to break 'em all ,
And set my heart free,
All girdles and chains fall.
Came oh light, air and rain
Here , oh grassy meadow ,
Oh cities, and mighty men
Here, my voyage begin.
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My heart's content
Poetrya short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
