Liberty Poem by supratim ghosh

you are the sword blunt in the scabbard.
yu are the pen without a page.
u are the fire of all fool`s hearts.
you are the lion in a cage.
you are the bolt hidden in dark clouds.
you are the pawn of cleaver game
you are the singer whose voice is no loud,
yu are the fighter, the country is so proud.
when u are dead u are a name.
you are a river dried in the dessart.
yu are the dead kid of the cruss.
yu are the fountain that quench sinner`s thrust.
a father hands and legs with bruse