Rayhan Islam Shuvro

Rookie (28th December,1992 / Jessore, Bangladesh)

Make Me Free From The Suited Man. - Poem by Rayhan Islam Shuvro

I don't fit society, I can't feed the suited man.
Laying on my back, I watch the clouds plan.
I don't know where should I be, what should have been done.
Only thing I understand, somewhere else I should run.



Listening the wind whistle, makes me feel I'm free.
Free from the wall they made, free from there speech.


Comments about Make Me Free From The Suited Man. by Rayhan Islam Shuvro

  • Rookie Hayden Shreeve (4/28/2013 3:34:00 AM)

    Now this I really enjoyed. Keep at it, I'd love to see another verse sprout. Great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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