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PRISON OF OUTRAGE

 




As I, fumbling with horror,

Rushing towards the terror,

Gazing at padlocks of chains,

I the prisoner of outrage. 

Windowless walls,

Breathless expectancy,

Questioning the misty night,

Stucked within rusty bars.

That anguish of the anger

Absolves my fate,and

Fighting with my angry soul, 

Will free me from prison of outrage.



The theme of the above poem is the experience of being imprisoned by one's own anger and the struggle to overcome it. The speaker describes feeling trapped and helpless in the face of their emotions, which have become like chains and walls that keep them locked in a state of turmoil.


The poem opens with a sense of urgency and horror as the speaker rushes towards some unknown danger. They are metaphorically imprisoned by their own anger, which is depicted as physical chains and padlocks. The windowless walls suggest a sense of claustrophobia and isolation, while the misty night adds to the sense of uncertainty and unease.


As the poem progresses, the speaker reflects on their own emotional state and the toll it is taking on them. They feel breathless and expectant, as if waiting for some kind of release or resolution. The questions they ask of the misty night suggest a desire for answers or understanding, but they are met only with silence.


The final stanza suggests that the speaker recognizes the need to confront their own anger and fight against it. They describe their anger as an anguish that has trapped them, but they also express hope that they can overcome it. By struggling against their angry soul, they hope to free themselves from the prison of outrage.


Overall, the poem explores the experience of being trapped by one's own emotions and the struggle to find a way out. It suggests that while anger can be a powerful and overwhelming emotion, it is possible to overcome it through self-reflection and determination. The imagery of chains, walls, and rust emphasizes the sense of imprisonment, while the final stanza offers a glimmer of hope and the possibility of freedom.













About Author:



 It is rightly said words have the power to bring a better change in a person and a society. Aadil Ghulam Bhat from Hablishi village of South Kashmir's Kulgam district has released his book titled “NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE” Aadil Ghulam always thought poetry is a profound literature and plays a role with proper system.His creative writing technique is usually characterised by a certain rhythm and style."Nights in solitude" is a poetry book consisting about 55 poem. The book is available at everywhere for readers in paperback and ebook as well. They need to understand that time is the one thing in life that you can never get back. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. So let's stop wasting time, and start a chance 







NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE'' is the heartbreaking poetry book and never ending lessons of life.


       To write to endure is the motive of this poetry and probably there is a lot of collection that arise from day to day thoughts. The book contains 54 poems as far that were composed in mean time.you can enjoy these poems as a never ending quest for endurance and fulfilment.


 




     Aadil ghulam bhat wrote his all story in poetry form that increases the beauty of his thougths and gave birth to this book.



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Anonymous said…
Beautiful poem

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