Freedom such a frail notion
Courage a state of mind that defies death
another kind of freedom
now it makes sense
those who are eager to meet death will sink in freedom
with every second that rains upon us
we get familiar to the death, we get friendly with her spectrum
it is true in the beginning we are revolted by its shadow
it is unfair all the cells are crying, unfair that all to be spilled in death
bit by bit we gather courage, we gather pain, in no time
freedom relieves herself, death becomes a natural passage to the unknown
this time freedom splits every cell, dust silences the storm
courage is adorned
death is longed for, like the desert craves for a cloud
like a slave wishes to be free
all are looking for an exit
the scene got crowded
The title has a certain retro-chic,echoing the style of say,an Agatha Christie or Arthur Conan Doyle mystery.The poem does kind of dance and twirl around with some energy on the juxtaposed notions of death/sprituality/freedom………[ EDITORIAL NOTE….Punctuation ? appears haphazard;there are commas in the middle of a line that then continue on and other lines that have no comma at all but should have.A comma is universally acknowledged as a line break in poetry.Some technical revision may be appropriate]
Thank you, Louis Kasatkin!
Death? Oh, it sends a chill down the spine and yet,this poem attempts to face it with ease !Well,let’s leave it at that.
Thank you for your comment, lokesh roy!