Let Me Be Free Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Cold iron never attract attention
Lying in a rusty corner without fuss
Without hurting much a grey accusation
Beneath the layer of a glossy moss

I denied it existed and lived long
For in my working hours of day I forgot
If thus a piece so abstract as a song
Yet it never ceased to become a hot spot

Kiting in the open with grass beside
Years of yearning spontaneously fallen
Musk or a rose be jasmine to aside
This fragrance of curiosity had me taken

It forged it sneaked it stole it's gone
It sided deathly hangs like a sword
Got to tear this part open it wasn't sown
At last I offered it shelter in my boat

Golly how sucking this all issue seem
When I never saw an awakening seed
Sheepishly even in dreams I struggle I battle
To loosen this tightening horse with saddle