MY FREEDOM
When I was set free,
I hurt you, my mother,
Yet
you greeted me with delight,
With a joyous smile on your lips.
The small
pit on my belly,
Is the memento of my freedom,
From a kindred
dependence,
To the world of liberty.
Like the birds in the aviary,
Within the man-made boundaries,
I saw the freedom,
Struggling for
liberty.
Ensnared in the crowd of restraints,
Of customs, of colour, of
creed,
Suffering the agony in silence,
Freedom struggled for liberty.
I pulled myself into a shell,
Where my freedom lives,
With the
boundless treasure,
Of endless thoughts.
Back in the confinement,
Of
my pregnant mind,
I live now in the company,
Of eternal freedom of
thoughts.
SK Iyer