Treasure Island

Tadasha Tripathy

(19/12/93 / Sonepur, ODISHA

Bricks Of A Building


We the bricks of a building
We the permanent
Prisoners of the building
Imprisoned for ever
But still prissy.

We the bricks now
Want freedom
We the bricks wait for
New disaster from years
Which will able to
Break the wall
To make us soil again
After all it is
The call of nature.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (8/3/2013 10:28:00 PM)

    A great write really, We are all bricks and going towards soil again. He, the almighty is here with us
    To make us soil again. It is but Natural and Ultimate Truth. It is real freedom.
    You have a great vision my dear, that I know, Go on writing. May God bless you.
    You are the daughter of nature. a great poet. (Report) Reply

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