Freedom


Rushing Blue into the arms of Red,
Overwhelm Robin,
To render melody,
In tandem with the notes of cowbells,
With the beat of ripples rolling down the stream,
Whispers the wind, into the beings,
Waking them from deep slumber,
Urging them dare to dream,
Lost in a maze of walls;
An anguish to thwart the love of the beloved,
An outrage to eavesdrop betrayal of true love,
An ignominy when love surrendered is a mockery,
An effigy of broken bones on a white canvas;

Eyes devour the droplets;
Bejeweled the green,
Strokes appear in the firmament;
Striking chords in the flute,
Laughter echoes,
With toes tapping to rejoice;

Freedom is “I”,
And maze is just a dot in my “I”.

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