I have, unabashed, soared,
from underneath a stifled dream,
I was, as in, repressed, by ’em,
and a lore of life hidden in me.
of the many colors that remain
untasted through my days,
in my land i will,
a brief affair, with the strange.
I will, oh certainly do,
see ’em all, drink and taste.
pleasures of the vim,
oh come along, define your life.
and when the wind hit,
as it took away my repose,
or so i thought, I veered,
from a path, of inertia and torpor.
of that scraggly life that i led,
i forget, and i think, and i think,
this new freedom biting its way in,
the devil in me laughed.
I shall, through and through pass,
culling, for life throws ’em aplenty,
affluence seeking its way home,
this myriad mind of mine.
is my contribution to Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 31