Miracle- Play Poem by Aftab Alam
Miracle- Play
I never hate but fret
What is human instinct?
What life we have made to this life
Every day we masked that easily distinct.
Ah! Our prejudiced- thought- crate
Bulky and heavy with sulky look
Cooking life dish he the dream- cook.
Freedom seeker caged bird
When desireth slavery
Gets the freedom
Farce, on achievements, how they slay!
Sitting above, He plays a miracle- play
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4/18/2024 4:28:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with you Aftab bhai, meaning of freedom needs to be understood.