Freedom Poem by Tapas Baidya

Freedom



I often feel I have no will
I am nothing but a plaything in the universe
The boys rush through tranquil field
With their flying kites
I think I am like a tail of the folks of kites
Trembling after their startling movement

After a little bit
I take to the cosmic era
Leaving the kites in blue air

Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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