Phantoms

Phantoms short poem

Phantoms short poemPhoto by jhconnaher


Little child in me remembers the phantom,
Muscular and masked,
Penetrating eyes,
Outwitting the enemies in a flash,
Reading with bated breath;

Here I am glued to the screen,
Phantoms running and scaling heights,
Crawling with creepers around,
With little care for venom and blood,
Twisting and turning with the rope around,
Leaping into the fire with a laugh,
Trigger happy fingers are,
Shooting with eagle eye,
Felling foes within a trice,
Battling fury of nature with a might,
Tackling man-made disasters with astute mind;

Tracing cries, pain, anguish,
Pulling hands into the copters,
Rushing stretchers to the doctors’
Food and water,
For sinking bellies and quenching thirst;

Droplets of toil trickle down,
Day in day out,
Here we sit tight ,
In a lounge with cigar and wine,
Debating,
‘Do we have democracy’?
‘Do we have freedom of speech’?

Tears cloud,
Freedom is not democracy,
Freedom is not speech,
Freedom is life,
Freedom is independence,
That’s due to Phantoms’ endless sacrifice of their lives.

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asoke kumar mitra
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fantastic theme and very well crafted poem. keep on writing Deb mam………you have a golden nib.

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Freedom From Phantoms

Freedom From Phantoms short poem

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you