Rex Islam

Rookie (July8,1981 / Badalgachi, Naogaon, Bangladesh)

Freedom - Poem by Rex Islam

Freedom is not an object
to be purchased from the shops,
it’s not like the giving of
one or two kilo’s of freedom chaps!

It’s what that thrives on the wings
of bees, butterflies or the dragonflies
that dances with the summer waft,
over the blazing,
flabby bunches of the lusty grain.
It’s the slides
with a hundred curves
over the gleeful tenants.

It’s the wintry morn-mist that glides
over the emerald vale,
the gush of sweet juice that pours
out of the date-palm;
the shivering, frozen puff
that cracks the meager bones;
or the fire that digs out of the mound
of straw and woods.

It’s the opening buds
with the touch of the first raindrops,
the virgin flower that flourish
with the stroke of dawn;
the menacing tempest
that bluster the roofs and roots;
the deluge that wipes the crops,
shifts with disastrous famine.

It’s the voice out of silence;
unshaped, immeasurable, left unheard,
kept untamed in the bosom
of every born free soul.


Comments about Freedom by Rex Islam

  • (9/8/2010 9:21:00 AM)


    This poem
    is very well penned and so beautiful. Great choice of words and a very unique writing style.
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  • (8/13/2006 8:18:00 AM)


    Rex, I like your use of images in this one. You show the reader, rather than lecturing! Good on you! (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 7:55:00 AM)


    I appreciate the new style that you have finely adopted for your new poem with less mistakes than ever in any other pieces by you. Go on, and you will feel inspired by yourself. And in the end you will feel you need no one to encourage what you have been so far doing these years. Congratulations for your relatively slow progress, but essentially never to stop dead in the middle of the track that you have chosen for yourself. (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2006 4:24:00 AM)


    I liked the last paragraph more than any other. And found the first paragraph quite unnecessary. The poem is beautiful in its appeal of liberty to our minds through the free and 'untamed' aspects of nature. I give you an '8' for this.

    Thank you,
    N.D.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 30, 2006


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