# Seldom Free

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2018/10/21/seldom-free/
- Published: 2018-10-21T09:53:09+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

As a dare grey sky scanted in a dull cage, Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-
house, mean house, dwells in with looking for her heart That bird beyond the remembering
he will never be free This in drudgery, day laboring out life’s age for [love](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2019/04/20/when-will-i-find-you-again/).
Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage for her life so crow

Yet both drop deadly sometimes in their cells
 Or writing their barriers in bursts
of fear or rage.

Not that the sweet story, needs no rest to cry
 Why, hear him, hear him babble and
drop him down to his worst, But for your  worst, so prison. Man’s spirit will be
flesh bound, when found at best.

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