forlorn-flight

alone in the sky

i just want to fly..

oceans beneathe me

whole world in my eye..

dont wanna be

a tethered kite

struggling to free

all my life...

modicum scope of

space to wander

wishes, hopes and

ambitions surrendered..

somehow when managed

to break the knot ..

realized that slavery

made me oblivious to float..

handicapped, in despair

sinking down the air..

ungraciously defeated

without tasting freedom ever..

Epilogue: This poem of mine in a way describes my innate desire. It says that I would prefer to live a life of a vagabond, that of a forlorn-lovelorn fella than compromising my freedom. The most prized thing for every human being is his freedom and there is simply nothing with which it can be traded-off not even LOVE. The poem is still incomplete.