I was born free...! ! ! ! ! !
It’s futile to waste energy,
Don’t try to tempt me
With that plea
In your eyes.
I am done with
Emotional entanglements.
I am bankrupt,
And have nothing left
To make fresh investment.
I want to start afresh,
Open a new ledger book.
And maintain
My balance sheet.
I make deposits
By nurturing myself,
And allow none to
Make withdrawals.
I feel trapped,
Like an insect
In a spider’s silken web;
Suffocated, afraid
Of a protracted death and
Wish could inject venom in me.
A life time
Of social conditioning,
And rules others made
For me
Left no scope for freedom
Of choice.
Now, feeling free
I have time only
For an affair with life…
On my terms
Accountable to none
But myself.
Rules I make or break
Not for someone’s
Convenience.
Misery loves company.
But I choose to go alone,
For I Don’t wallow
In self pity.
I see immense possibilities
And reasons to be happy
And blissful
for I am
in Divine company.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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