Make Me Free From The Suited Man. Poem by Rayhan Islam Shuvro

Make Me Free From The Suited Man.

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I don't fit society, I can't feed the suited man.
Laying on my back, I watch the clouds plan.
I don't know where should I be, what should have been done.
Only thing I understand, somewhere else I should run.



Listening the wind whistle, makes me feel I'm free.
Free from the wall they made, free from there speech.

Saturday, April 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,wind
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hayden Shreeve 28 April 2013

Now this I really enjoyed. Keep at it, I'd love to see another verse sprout. Great poem

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Rayhan Islam Shuvro

Rayhan Islam Shuvro

Jessore, Bangladesh
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