Long but tiny shackles of gold
Infinity defined by a glass dome
Freedom is all but an illusion for me
Yet I think of if I were free
Hath ages adorned no damage of fate
And let me cross the conventional gates
There would be more of me now
And to none of the masters would I ever bow
Fence life with spirit and light
And lift myself on an adventure flight
Roam around like a free bird
Bloom if I weren’t curbed in a bud
Beyond horizons beyond restrictions
Over a burden of rudimentary expectations
Would have galloped like a horse and soared like a lark
And met life at the juncture of dawn and dark
But trapped is my life, my spirit all gone
If I were free is just a thought forlorn.
- Vaisakhi Mishra
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