Freedom Poem by Rubel das raj

the bird
flee from the case after long time,
when the sun was sleeping on night bed,
in temple, prayer is running to stop crime,
but bird does not like
the nice rice; nice bred.

where its gone, which forest his nest
nobody knows this.
weeping every body,
weeping gold case.

like ice sea, Radio has lost sound
Road has broken without cause,
Car has lost wheels,
Nothing meaning of prose.

Bird flees from the case
To get his freedom,
Blood is making Black-pudding
who wants the rhythm?
who wants this freedom?
freedom
life's freedom.