Poetry Blogs (2020, idealism)

Ujjal Mandal, India

If someone asks me,
Who is the innocent creature
On the globe?
I must say, those who
Never think themselves
As a human being.

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A confession

In the moonlit dreamtime as the 

Warblers rest and stars kiss the midnight sky

I want to die

As the sun rises flirting seductively with

The horizon and cotton candy clouds

Tiptoe across the dawn

I want to die

In nameless parties with empty faces 

And monsters growing with every sip of

Poison they ingest 

I want to die

Within warm...

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FREEDOM

I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow

at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge

turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.

A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still

in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,

flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.

I have no guns or missiles to...

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