Freedom

Freedom short poem

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My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom.
Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end.
My life’s most important exam was over.
But was I at peace?
No, this peace was momentary.
I couldn’t stop the post-mortem for I was a news item for those who wanted to put me under a microscope.
Everybody wanted to know how I would fare in this exam which they called the ‘Boards’
There were whispers behind my back about my chances of getting into premier institutions.
Everybody who was somebody wanted some breaking news.
My heart’s raptures lost their joy, gloom overcame my confidence.
I felt like I was waging a losing battle for I had to convince myself and those around me.
Here is a humble prayer, give me freedom from your overbearing concern.
Let me be the architect of my destiny, let me deal with my doubts and chart my course.
I appreciate your concern but let it not make me despondent.
Let it infuse me with a courage to quell every storm , soar high with the thought
I reached the shore of life on my strength, my way.

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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