Bound by Freedom [POEM]
<Beware of the night>
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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'.
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