In the essay class
wrote a lass
“If I am a bird...
I can fly higher and higher
be free at all times
away from school, homework and scolding...”
To a child
staying away from school
a means of liberation
no rules to pursue or conform.
For professional in the grind
when boss is out of sight
World Wide Web
Google or Facebook
release from routine
of high flying career got by
burning midnight oil
amidst cut throat competition...
Accomplishments bestow
only material pleasures.
Woman of today
saddled with
drudgery of daily tasks
a little Me Time
is all that she wants.
Home, career, extended family, socializing, pursuits....
balancing all
akin to winning Pentathlon
dexterously demarcating,
exhausted, yearns for independence.
The salaried clerk
goes on to build castles
that would absolve his misery
Prayer to grant his desires
to free him from monetary troubles.
The pavement dweller
for whom the sky is shelter
rain or shine does not matter,
eats, drinks or goes hungry,
yet, stands and stares without worry
beyond the locale than man has dared.
Yearning for freedom
as the fishes in the aquarium
dog in the bungalow’s kennel
parrot in the cage with wings clipped,
Release from bondage expecting miracles
protesting against glaring truths
solving, sorting, searching, seeking...
Hope keeps the helpless mind
waiting endlessly....
