Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
nuha-farihaPoems
O Captain, my Captain I am sick of being a Pioneer I am sick of having my body being sung electric I am sick of these lilacs always blooming in my door-yard O Captain, my Captain I don't want to walk along with Him I don't want to be a Gnostic I don't want to be divine O Captain, my Captain Let me be free of this dreadful uniqueness Let me plod along life, uninhibited by aspirations to greatness Let me be the million, not the one
0
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
O Captain, my Captain
O Captain, my Captain I am sick of being a Pioneer I am sick of having my body being sung electric I am sick of these lilacs always blooming in my door-yard O Captain, my Captain I don't want to walk along with Him I don't want to be a Gnostic I don't want to be divine O Captain, my Captain Let me be free of this dreadful uniqueness Let me plod along life, uninhibited by aspirations to greatness Let me be the million, not the one
nuha-fariha
Written by
nuha-fariha
Bangladeshi
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem