Pale Liberty Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Pale Liberty



Pale liberty, never thou art within peoples reach,
Born and brought up in palaces old
Under careful cradles of rulers bold
Whom are we often called bald despots.
Thy brazen presence in statues gold
Where static freedom hidden in feared cold,
Never smelt the flavor of yawning dawn,
Always happy being of despots pawn.
Priceless jewel as often thou art called
And transported on iron hands,
Displayed upon powers eternal spear,
Not among for whom thou art born.
Vigilant masses often caged thy hues.
Burst in joy on your tender name,
Broken the hellish Bastille and put trazist under grave,
Still thou fled on next day through the casement of
Freedoms castle.
Air of free visions, voices of choice free
Never reached to thine flimsy cell,
Rather the true angels of trodden causes
Braced the illicit death in betrayed seizes.
Where thy heart lies? What is your true self?
For whom thine unspent tears roll?
How worthy of taking your soft name?
Where from thou come? To whom you serve?
Pale liberty, blot less blood is your offering,
That spent enough on Histories satires,
No whispering cries of hungry oppressed had
Broken your stony sleep. Thou Freedom indeed.

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