The freedom
I wish for
The freedom
of running in the streets free of any worry
The freedom
Of laughing without hurting somebody
The freedom
From fear and fear mongering
The freedom
From doubting self and others
The freedom
Of not judging and not being judged
The freedom
From Faiths, nations and their fanatic fan clubs
The freedom
From greed and misery
The freedom
From money and cancerous economy
The freedom
From left and right wings
The freedom
To be an independent observer
The freedom
To think
The freedom
To be myself
The freedom
To dig my nails of truth deep into the heap of masks I am wearing for the world and peel it off
Yes I will bleed
Yes I will feel the pain
Yes I will scream
That scream is not of agony
It is the liberation
an explosion
from the ashes of which rises the phoenix of my free spirit
breaking out of the shackles keeping me drowned in self-doubt
and
gain my rightful flight into the sky
Where, the sun will caress my face with its brightness
While the winds groom my hair
The thunders will sing my victory songs all over the world
Thunderbolts of my writings will destroy demons preying on the inner beauty of my fellows
The rains will wash off the dirt of despair from the face of my earth
The divisive fault lines will get merged in equality
The seas of compassion flood and drown selfishness
The directions will resound the rebirth cry of humanity
Beautifully expressed! Loved it
ReplyDeleteExcellent Krishna Mohan garu.
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