Am I a stupid flatterer or a poet?
Am I a courtier or a democrat?
As I breathe freely without help
So I write my own grief, without help
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A note of melancholy hovers over like mist and you speak through the language of pain! So the poem leaves a tugging effect! !
Pains and cries unexpressed and feelings not communicated are the subject of you poem. You are raising their voice. a good empathetic composition.
excellent write. enjoyed it fully and i am totally with Fara while assessing the poem....10
All think, from flower, me a shoot..this verse shows your uniqueness, Though I know path is thorny Yet I bleed from heart through my foot It sounds unpleasant and irony....elaborate that you are enough brave to raise your voice for truth even in the hard tribulation & trials.. What language does have the pain? ....shows that you are sobbing & crying inside.. When all the eyes had a hope of surprise Then I myself became the eyes and raise... amazing lines to motivate us that still hope is there, so keep hoping & don't let grief to spoil you....excellent.
nothing to grief so long as hope is there, good write, thanks. Please read my new poems and comment and vote.
your last stanza is a perfect ending to your poem nicely written