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FREEDOM

GOUTAMI DASNAYAK

I was a caged soul

with quivering pains and silent screams

nipped in the bud were all my dreams.

I struggled on roads full of thorns

no hand to help me, no ears to hear my plight

I faced the stones pelted with all my might.

Then one fine day, hope shone my way

I travelled far and wide

Over oceans, rivers and lands far of sight

I spanned this sky free as a kite.

As I soared up, above and high

across all mountains in this limitless sky,

like a bird spreading its colourful wings,

I found the joy that Freedom brings.


1 comment

  • A simple and subtle narrative of hope written excellently. Unless one wings out he or she can not experience freedom.

    Gourahari

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