Pale Liberty

Pale Liberty short poem

Photo by Behzad No

Pale liberty, never thou art within people’s reach,
Born and brought up in palaces old
Under careful cradles of rulers bold
Whom we often called bald despots.
Thy brazen presence in statues gold
Where static freedom hides in feared cold,
Never smelt the flavor of yawning dawn,
Always happy being of despots’ pawn.
Priceless jewel as often thou art called
And transported on iron hands,
Displayed upon power’s eternal spear,
Not among for whom thou art born.
Vigilant masses often caged thy hues.
Burst in joy on your tender name,
Broke the hellish Bastille and put tsarism under grave,
Still thou fled on next day through the casement of
Freedom’s castle.
Air of free visions, voices of choice free
Never reached to thine flimsy cell,
Rather the true angels of trodden causes
Braced the illicit death in betrayed seizes.
Where thy heart lies? What is your true self?
For whom thine unspent tears roll?
How worthy of taking your soft name?
Where from thou come? To whom you serve?
Pale liberty, blot less blood is your offering,
That spent enough on History’s satires,
No whispering cries of hungry oppressed had
Broken your stony sleep. Thou Freedom indeed

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Shuvo Chakraborty

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
lecturer and advocate in university and incometax tribunal. an english poet and diehard follower of john keats
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Pale Blue Eyes

Pale Blue Eyes prose poem

If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind

The Liberty Dreamer

The Liberty Dreamer long poem

Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will Mesmerized by the seemingly limitless opportunities that beckon Within each degree a fountainhead

Which Way Did Liberty Go?

Which Way Did Liberty Go? prose poem

The flag unfurled, and from within, fresh rose petals Jauntily floated down like gently melting snow flakes. Soon, even the smell of freedom dissipated, losing its Way into the winding lanes and by lanes of our lives. Tell me, which

In The Pale Moonlight

In The Pale Moonlight short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you

Pale Maiden

Pale Maiden short poem

We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like