Freedom short poem

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Freedom is a dream
A subtle silvery dream
Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires
Delicate threads
Interwoven in intricate patterns
A trap for the naive mind.

Freedom is a constant struggle
The writhing battle between
The butterfly and the cocoon
The caterpillar’s agony
The garden’s desire for sunshine
The bird’s fancy for the blue sky.

Freedom is an illusion:
The golden deer of unreal passion
The eluding pearl in the oyster’s bosom
The continuous corroding of self
On the sandy beach of relations.

Freedom may be the moment
When one no longer wants to belong
Melting into the white halo of the self
Beyond the cosmic spheres of the body.

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Sumitra Mishra

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