The free bird that I’m

I lack the stoicism when my flight gets controlled

My unbridled movements pierce some hearts

Impuissant they try to curtail me of this freedom

Their efforts go in vain

The irrepressible soul as I possess..



I want tranquility..

I want the fresh air to cuddle me, making me skip a beat..

The touch which would be the purest..

I want to be realized who I am ..

In the lap of nature I might discover my lost soul..