Rubber Handcuffs and the Life-Prison called Freedom

Among the Felons
A pen-pusher for his bitter literature
Punished in a plastic cell.
A kind sentry probably a Homosexual
Purposely left the brass key in door front.
And the writer opens the cage door
Sees the bluish river up after a long time,
Stretches his feeble tattered wings
And tries to fly in the Melodramatic sky
It's Impossible!
Then only he realizes the next door cell inmate
A Pawnbroker notorious criminal
Who's plucked his all golden feathers!

* A humble dedication to my poet friend robyn selters!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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