In Me

In me
A raging tiger sweeps the floor
Bloodshot eyes on the fragile door
To freedom, carnage & freedom again
To break the bonds, break the chain
Of greed & folly, folly and greed
Of those who were, are, and their creed
His claws are out, he can smell the blood
Of raised heads ground in the mud
But he waits and waiting in me
Claws my insides to be free

poem by Kishore Asthana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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