A FREE
EXPRESSION POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
A bunch
of straw treaded
In the
field no longer green,
Ready for
plucking and uprooted,
A free expression on key board;
Un attended, undaunted, untuned,
A mass
of gruesome collection,
Hitherto
all green fleshy bloom,
A
free expression on garbage bag;
Morning’s
fresh coffee or tea
Smokes emanating in rolls
Hot for
tongues and tastes,
A free sips of expressions lengthy;
All flies
and insects crawling mass
Leaves or
greens and rots or rotten;
Kitchen
sink or uncleaned corners,
All free
expression in exploitation;
Poems or
blogs, puns or funs, haiku or hits,
Free or
traditional, classics or modern,
Running
in pages and bulky volumes ,
A Free
expression of flow and fruitions;
First tap
in the serene morn,
easy flow
on vessels and scrubs,
foaming
soaps and sediments,
all
on a free flow of muddy water.
A free expression
is unique
Bouncing
every where these hard times!
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