What’s it to be free?
To soar high among hawks and seagulls
With stretched wings to fly in the unbound unadulterated sky.
To roam in wilderness unshackled
Devoid of desires, expectations, and interest.
What’s it to be free,
To delve deep into abysmal blues among whales and krakens ,
To sail in wild seas under starry sky
Ignore directions and apprehensions.
To be free an enigma
A purview amid myriads of perception
A lost but most sought notion
What’s it to be free!
I wonder, is to be powerful to be free,
I’ve watched the alleys of power
Reeking of dried blood.
From the crypts of old Pharos,
On the shoulder of golden hordes
I’ve mapped the empires,
Indulging every damned soul,
Only to drowned and to be beguiled.
Is to be wise to be free
A delusion I sought after.
I’ve ransacked every parchment and scrolls
From archaic Greece to modern renaissance ,
Only to succumb in a chasm of ego
And cold gray isolation.
Is being in love to be free
A notion that engulfed me,
Lost and found myself on the moist lips of a lover
Surrender and unlearn myself in the cradle of my love.
But the heart has its treacheries, the senses have its secrets
Love withered in the desolate alleys of lust,
And warm bitter tears of desperation.
What’s it to be free?
An enigma from time immemorial
The driving force of evolution
Every dust and atom pursue it,
Only to end in shackles of damnation.
What’s it to be free?
A notion I sought after!
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