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
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