Saturday, January 04, 2020

Poetic Freedom

I would retire,
with ease, grace and peace
to the farthest ​nook,
if they serve, every day,
slices of plum cake,
and play Christmas vibes all night.

I would move my world,
if they let me write poems
on church walls, pavements,
and on the ​remaining 
one and a half​ ​pillars of Democracy;
red letters strung together
for all to behold, tread on​...​
​Onward toward destiny, 
to the shop window​, any window,
for​ ​a ​taste of ​that ​plum cake​... Freedom!​

​-- Leslie​
Picture Courtesy: Sreetama Bagchi, Goa (2017)

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