Free
as the bird in the blinding blue sky,
the vastness of the huge horizon
only edging it to fly further,
higher following the song of its heart.
Free
to be, to want, to do
as the meandering mind thought,
as the winding ways of the soul dictated
without disdain, hesitation.
Freedom
to be Me,
to love,
to hug another soul
to fly high, to identify with creation.
very well done :-)
ReplyDeleteah...to be free. Beautifully done!
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Shail ji ,its a beautiful woven lyrical ode to a soul(a woman's I would presume) awaiting to exhale.ah,the sweet scent of freedom and the forbidden fruit to be yourself - unconditionally.lovely poem . cheers,Gayatri
ReplyDeleteWe are lucky, we who are so free.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I too used the word vastness in my post. I will be coming back to check in again. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written....
ReplyDeleteThanks Aankeet. Nice you liked the poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tanya. Nice that you liked the poem and also shared the same word in your work. Do keep visiting. Would love it...
ReplyDeleteI agree Kim. We are blessed but don't always realize it.
ReplyDeleteYes dear Gayatri, indeed to a woman's soul but could apply to a man's soul too since it is mainly about the freedom of the soul which in reality is neither male nor female.
ReplyDeleteNice you liked the poem.
Dear Hope,
ReplyDeleteSo very sweet of you. Nice you liked the poem.
Thanks Raajii. Nice you liked the verse.
ReplyDeleteNice one Shail.
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