Freedom(Poem)

Is
the ever-longing yearning of the human spirit
the un-soiled courage of Jonathan Livingston seagull
the timeless hope of the planetary winds roaming
around the pressure-belts

Is
the spark of a coup and a flash of a flag
the blue flame of a pen wielded
by a journo

Is
the misfit of all ages
relentlessly reeling revolutions
the ocean current
flowing from pole to pole
ripping the coasts
that came along
to enclave your teary-salts

Is
the quantum leap
of the wiggling winds
which’s
calligraphing new geometries
at the tropopause

Is
dropping verbalization
for the poetic perfumes in the silent woods

lets the pristine pain of a prisoner stay alive

Is the despair of an over-worked man
chained to the cogs of capitalism

and saying “NO”
to the iron obedience.

Is
the greatest aphrodisiac of humans.


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