Poet's Journey
His musings in paper and ink
have led him to the dungeons. Rusty
iron bars, smell of rats,
and cold wars surround him.
His people see through their leaders,
like water through the glass. Nothing
can stop them now- verses of freedom
have been burnt to ashes,
but not his words. They are deeply
engraved in every woman’s,
child’s and man’s heart.
They are at the prison gates,
breaking them. Bullets and teargas
canisters can’t stop them. They want
their leader- man of the people.
If he is freed, he will not only be a poet;
he will be a leader. A new journey
will begin in his life…..
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