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Hari Smith Holms
Poems by Hari Smith Holms : 303 / 314
Why?
Why do you take hold of my
my voice and the pen?
Your force holds me back,
and fills me with pain.
Why don't you measure
the depth of a poet's mind?
Your power can't put me back,
I ain't ready to stay behind.
I'm a woman, so I can't have
any wit or intelligence!
Can I be bought by anyone
with penny or pence?
I have the wish, the
desire to flow as stream,
to touch the pinnacle
of the high altitude,
I have built a dream--
Do not shatter it,
do not make it fall.
Let me play the flute not
for you only but for all!
Hari Smith Holms
Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012
Poems by Hari Smith Holms : 303 / 314
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Magnanimous write hereby....trez bien!
Beautiful...........................
I echo the words of Thomas Nila - keep on with your lovely writings!
good poem Nila
Fresh air always rises above the stench below
beautifully written and i love a flute it is a nice musical instrument.. :)
I think nothing can be too personal in literature. we can write giving it a universal hue. A woman's voice can not be choked by male chauvinists.'You', here may be any one who tries to stop a woman's right to write.Most of my poem tells the story of Everyman i.e Commoners.Thanks for your query.
Hi Nilakshi. Who is you in this poem? Beloved? Husband? Boyfriend? Or Everybody?