Your Freedom

by Harry

Submitted by Pratik bose


Yesterday you got mad..
Then at the stroke of midnight
You deleted
Or almost killed your bloodied past
You cast a sky through the eyes
You lay numb at the feet of time

It was almost six when you woke up
You challenged your day
Washed your eyes
and set off
But somewhere really unknown
you again fell to sleep
All amidst the pangs of rain…

You took your bag and started for your college..
There too you found no field, no grass
Then you sang out all the blood in you
Getting vain to quench people’s thirst..
Presently you are at office
Swimming through the freedom in work…


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