Look around, how bondage binds us all,
All strive to leap over, cross the threshold that ends it all.
Some rummage through the crowds, prepared to be martyrs in love.
To take a hand and be its glove.
Unfazed that the world may call them ‘dum-dum’
Yet desirable is such freedom from being lonesome, afflicted by boredom.
To do away with the agony of falling short
Of territories to call their own,
Some mutilate bodies, homes and souls,
Amidst cruel cheers and appalling groans.
Why? To mark freedom from the paucity of kingdoms.
Some aspire to live life less ordinary.
Under glare of thousand lights, under snare of thousand eyes,
All they want is freedom, freedom from the shackles of being ‘just random’,
Freedom to gain vogue, hearts and stardom.
Intoxication of freedom is hard to do away.
Says old age wisdom, tell me if it is true-
Freedom from bondage is bondage to freedom.