I release, myself from bond;
The bond which I—myself—put upon.
I relieve myself from pain,
Which I—myself—am to blame.
I strip myself off of cloth;
The cloth which shows not me but a moth.
Ah! I have never been so proud.
I feel like I’ am at the top of a mount.
Unbounded of rules;
Eased from self-mute;
Stripped off of the mediocre
In and out;
I cannot help my mouth,
Not to scream and shout
“I am free!”
What weakness in my writing did you see?
Comments
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Excellent flow of emotions
Thanks for the corrective measures to my poem and here I am feeling the touch of elegant lessons any well wisher can extend.
Your proud and free has infact created an impact on how a mind can respond to the soul is excellent.
Thanks once again for your advice.
Subbu

