Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 23, 2017

HEART’S WHISTLE (35)~by Bipul Kalita




Even the trapped voices
voice in robotic choices
for their trappers 
to plant saplings again
to carry on the seeds of pain
chaining their unchained dreams.

Walking on aristocratic ramps
to promote counterfeited glee
drying eyes’ smiles stop
in strangeness
to weigh the tears
their false laughter fountains.

My whistle warns the poor souls
not to submit
but to admit their own strength
that prompts them to be free
from such aristocratic slavery
freeing themselves
from the nicely imposed fears.

I know the exploiters hate me
but my love
and my love for man
certainly can make me fearless
because boldness lies in love,
in everybody’s desire for peace.

Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita,23/08/17.

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