Song of freedom


She showed me glimpses of freedom , on many winter days beneath dreary skies ...

I was naive, idealistic and green and I wanted her to teach me how to fly ....

Summer days beneath a wide azure sky, the mountains standing at a distance ....

Springtime fields, yellow sunflowers;  a vista that caught the eye ....

Rustic splendor, idyllic haze and a bird's cry ...

Clouds of dust from passing cars ... they passed me by ...

The road beyond the distant blue horizon ... gave me longings I couldn't seem to elude...

Yet everything I ever knew of freedom ... was the love in a gaze I never knew I would lose ...

2 comments:

Namratha said...

whoa... niiiiice... :) someone said she din do poetry... someone is wrong :)

Vidya said...

Considering this is the 2nd poem I have written in my entire life ( the last one is lost in the haze of time !!! ) I still think I don't do poetry ...! :) But ... Tx :)

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