There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
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The competition will go on...thanks for sharing such a nice poem.
Race of man! ! On earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem reminded me of one of the ancient goals of mankind Moksha or liberation of soul. Soul is portrayed and thought of as the eternal part of Brahman imprisoned in our body wishing to unite with almighty. It occupied many in ancient times and still fascinates. It became the subject of mystic love poems of medevial saints. Specially in Sufi and devotional poetry of India. I read and feel the same longing here in this great poem in a very contemporary way of writing guided not by devotion and faith but by scientific knowledge.