Destiny Drums To Be Free Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Simple believes are dead
Belief-merchants and
Institutional authority
To nourish individual believe
Mishandled

Occasions spring its high hand
To calibrate common in prison of dark
Simple string of heart pains with bleeding
Life greater than life hides behind stained hands
Never no mercy they feel to give a rest
Unrest soul getting stabbed every now and then
In quest of final judgement

Simple belief, the wonder intruder, limitless agony
Finds to anchor beyond all the hegemony
Recognized thrown to overthrow
And to build the light thread to rope with almighty
Suffocated souls silently searching a track
Where light plays with pleasure to invite individual
To keep the secret away from crowd and cockpits!

Pranab k c
25 December,2020