Hello this is Khushi. Today I am penning a poem describing how free soul feels crippled when it is constrained. How it feels the force of being shut down…
Amidst the dread of night,
Seeing their constrained plight
It sure did cry - freedom
Hands forced to comply,
Tears falling down as it cried
Amidst the dead of night
Compelled to follow norms,
It felt stopped and muted,
Seeing their constrained plight
As it observed the caged minds,
From the seamless sky,
It sure did cry - freedom.
Also penned for prompt at: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/08/17/w3-prompt-16-weave-written-weekly/ where poets were asked to pen a cascade. This was my first attempt at a cascade poem!
~Khushi.M
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