A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Monday, November 07, 2005


A new spring in her sedate steps,
Blossoming smile on that austere lip,
Intense gaze in those hazy eyes,
Jolt of freshness wrecking that solemn ship!

Whether they thought it right, it did not matter,
He, or they, or the capricious herd,
She would go ahead, irrespective of them,
Freedom at last, ah! another soaring bird.

I felt so happy to see chains broken,
Chains so real, chains in the mind,
Chains we create throughout our life,
Chains if not there, we're grappling to find!


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