Simran Aggarwal Poet Rhyme

Fear of Freedom

Now the freedom to fly,
the content butterfly,
oh! those delicate wings,
uniting those cruel eyes.

The fear of flower,
its dear is now far,
waiting eagerly,
with the passage of hours.

Flower, the shadow of mother,
who bears the fear,
whose flying girl,
is now not close to her.

Imagining the horror,
those terrible terror,
if its butterfly is secured,
she still bothers.

Now that pearl gets as she guessed,
now nervous and embarrassed,
the freedom is a trap, wings are no longer fresh,
that flower for life caressed.

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Beata Agustin July 16, 2024 at 11:25 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 20, 2016 at 1:02 PM simran, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A December 20, 2015 at 1:32 PM SIMRAN, stopped by to enjoy some of the best poems and poets of 2010 - 1015 :) Hope you are well enjoying what is left of 2015. Sending an early Christmas Message with Hugs. May you have a blessed Christmas and a happy New Year. Good luck in all you do during 2016. ~SKAT LOVE~