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Strangled Words

Sometimes you want to say it
And make it flow
Like waters of heaven-driven fountain on brooks of joviality
Like drops of water leaking freely from overlooked ceiling fissure
Like strangled sigh which is enthralled in your mouth
While striving for freedom in a full desperate situation
Like wind sighing on branches of unfading robust
what an exhaustive travail....

BUT emanation of paralyzed words is nothing of mere fantasy
oh, muse of inspiration please
unfold the very knots of my handicapped tongue with courtesy

and entrust me with holy liaison of fraternity
my pledge of integrity be obliged to be its shield of security.

sincerely mohammad.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Handicapped Poems: 379 / 500
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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