Bound by Freedom [POEM]
<Beware of the night> ... Somewhere in the night's silence lies peace. A wayward feather drifts aimlessly in the winter breeze. 'Freedom', said the messaih, 'is and is not'. Words trickling unbound through my mind's mazes - Of witch hunts & bubble teas, failings & mishti dahi. Bare white the canvas of future, but bloody to me. Fair maidens say, 'look to the green side'. Lustful of the free, Mothers of a playground talk. Thoughts - many - flow upstream on rivers of anxiety. Dark truths pushing downstream. I spoke to the sun of a day like today; About taking freedom from a random world. 'Take it all, but not my heart' wished I to my current captor. 'Let me be the wayward feather, the unbound mother, the paint-less canvas.' The sun said to me, 'Freedom is and is not'. ...