Caged Freedom Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Caged Freedom

Rating: 4.9


Me
miles and miles
far away from me.

Air going out
of the syrinx
vanishes in the air
wings chopped and
bleeding profusely
hurt with cruelty
with arrows of love
from the trade wind,
Me, perturbed
far away from me.

Feet tied with dancing Ghoongroo
throat choked with verses
never mine
Me,
still standing on the victory post
not mine.

Me
miles and miles
far away from Me


Tear
dropped from lacrymal lake
smiles
blooming between the banks of
hardly opened lips
not mine.

Me
lost in the marketplace
not mine.
Me,
endowed with royal feudal crown
of feathers from the singing bird
innocent but killed.
Virgin face rubbed with dyes
of the petals from the flowers
forcibly plucked.

Me,
in the warmth of my gaster
hunger in the genitals
pulses in the arteries
Not mine,
Me lost in the freedom caged for ever.

With the young sun rising
from the horizon
I try open my eyes
of head and heart
longing for ever
for a morn of a new day
but repeat the dialogue
in somnambulism
walk across the street of the cage.

Often sit on the top most bar
of the cage
giving orders
to the subjects
on the floor.

Sometimes
with the begging alms
feed the hungry birds
not mine
Me,
caged in the trade wind
buried beneath the boundary
miles and miles far away from me.

Still,
I love the cage!
I love freedom! !

Me,
miles and miles
far away from Me.

Sunday, October 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 09 October 2017

often sit on the top most rod of the cage giving orders to the subjects on the floor. Can't quote the whole, but wanted to, every line of yours in this poem is worth 12 poems on this site. Don't finish all these imageries in just a poem. The poem must be made a series of poems to make it palatable. I think you get my point. I am amazed how long did it take for these caged poems to see their morning of life in Poem Hunter? A huge 10+++++ for sharing this powerful poem. Regards. Subhas

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Binayakumar Mohanty 16 October 2017

Thanks Sir for reading encouraging and giving so nice comments. I loved it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 October 2017

Air going out of the syrinx and you are travelling miles and miles. You are lost in the freedom caged forever. This amazes mind entirely. Seeing young sunrise you feel glitter of happiness and freedom. Beautifully drafted poem with nice imagery is presented...10

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Binayakumar Mohanty 16 October 2017

Thanks for your kind remark Sir. I loved it. I cordially invite you to read and comment on my poems Death me shocked at and I love you. Thanks again for reading and encouraging Sir Binaya

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Dr Dillip K Swain 25 October 2017

Sometimes with the begging alms feed the hungry birds not mine -A wonderful write..Enjoyed 10

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 May 2019

Far Away From Me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Richard Wlodarski 24 December 2018

An excellent ode to freedom! Beautiful vivid imagery. Would make a great song, Binaya!

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Ranjan Kumar Ghosh 08 January 2018

With forceps in one hand and scissors in other unable to feel the spikes in your nerve sir great imagination your poem 10+++++++

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Rajendra Rout 27 November 2017

Great poem i enjoy this beautiful poem Thank very much sir for sharing this poem 10++++++??????????????????

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Akhtar Jawad 26 November 2017

Kutch qafas meN in dinoN lagta hay ji AshiaN apna hua barbad keya Khawaj Mir Dard) When the bird came to know that her nest was destroyed she started learning and loving the cage. She forgot the charms of freedom. A truly touching poem by Binaya Kumar Mohanty.

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