This misty cloud full of rain,
Cannot deliver it's point in pain,
Unless you watch it, for in it stirs
a new born.
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A poem of great depth. Starts with a rain cloud to travel through sweat and tears and blood of freedom fighters and oppression and obstacles that they face to achieve freedom. Some time minds are more shackled than bodies. Thanks for sharing.
The poet calls the guerillas with bazookas in hands to free the free and shackle the storm. Is this poem about fighting for freedom of the people?
I enjoyed the rhythm and flow of this poem Freedom as you rightly say can shakle the individual because there is no true freedom for the state dictates the freedom of the individual but then true freedom would mean chaos strange freedom is so limited Great write enjoyed thanks for sharing