Confines Poem by Raj Arumugam

Confines



there is a freedom - an infinity, a clarity
and yet we have settled
for small confines and distortions
for what is given, what is prescribed
and the urine-stench alleys of the mind of time;
we have abandoned the green hills and white clouds
of beauty
for the narrowness of identity
for ideals and the group and pursuits

Saturday, December 13, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,freedom,identity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lawrence Beck 13 December 2008

This is very nice. It's well-written and makes a good point.

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