My Hands Are Not Free Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
My Hands Are Not Free
My hands are not empty now
I hold tight the wind when it
Flies swiftly over my head
I can catch the souls of my
Forefathers when they are burned
In the funeral pyres though I feel sad
My hands are not empty now
I have stones, I have daggers to
Avenge those who have done me wrongs
I clap to create music when my
Mind is filled with noble thoughts
And I roam the country side singing songs
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8/21/2025 11:55:26 AM # 1.0.0
A fantastic poem! Appreciated the way you have drafted it.... full marks.