Freedom From Phantoms

Freedom From Phantoms short poem

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what does freedom mean
to you
think before you rehearse the lines
given to you
by those who claim to fight
your battles for you
do you want to be free from the
phantoms panting in their heads?
are you fluttering
in the cages they have set?
ask yourself
what freedom means to you as often
we find
that freedom means to be free from the
perils of being deceived
into believing that others can see your phantoms
before you do.

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An Indian national, Sushi works as a teacher in Singapore. She dabbles in fiction frequently and one of her short stories appeared in "From the Depths" -- a literary journal published by Haunted Waters Press, USA. Her travel essay on Maldives was recently published in Jaggery, a literature journal that promotes South Asian writers.
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Geetha Paniker
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Lovely portrayal of freedom.

Viswas Menon
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nice work

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