An Ultimate Choice
A Life of
freedom or a life imprisoned
Or a life in
exile and quite monotonous
Can be one’s
choice of living.
Where
definitions of life vary
Despite
otherwise the contemptuous feelings.
A carefree life
one may like
That helps him
to reach the peak.
With either a
tobacco pouch in hand
Or a cigar in
the lips
Amidst the
bonfire,
One may sing a
folklore in these
winter nights
Or may read
under the restricted light either
May he also
prefer to dive in the deep sea
Or try
collecting plastic bottles for recycling
From among the
scraps spread over.
A question often
comes to mind
How far has one
travelled in his life
With his heart
open and tireless mind
Free of reasons
to cause any monotony
A free life that
one may choose
May be a resultant of self-consciousness
No insurgency
can ever transgress
A freedom to
life
And a life
worthy of living
Is then of
course appears as
An ultimate
choice
Man Is Born Free
Absolutely
No hesitation
there can be
To wait for an
aeon
When a desire
overrides the
mind and soul
To get absolute
free
From the fear of
coercion
An ever-aspired
freedom
No doubt of
course
That nature is a
bliss to one and the all
Like an angel it
compassionates
The wounds of
slavery and thrall
Yet the soul
screams always
To attain a
state of
Being not
imprisoned or enslaved
Despite those
torturous sequences
multiply
themselves
And the time
cycle appears
To have been
stopped.
Solitude here
Is loved and
preferred
To excruciating
moments and sequences,
Augmentation of
self-consciousness in toto
Finds way
To enrich the
confidence
to act upon as a
consequence.
How ever a calm
and cool mind
Gets Jumbled to
note if man is born free
And looks for an
answer
As to who chains
him
How and where
To get dragged
to a state of extortion
That showers ill
will
And hostile and
truculent posture.
Now all that
appears in the sky
Is a lonely
cloud in a drenched solitude
Wish starry
nights might unveil its belligerency
To pen a poetry
of sultry kites
And to erase
from memory
That crude
feeling of insurgency
The Illusive Freedom
Freedom when is
denied,
Tears one at a
loss
To make out a
meaning of life
Being that it
appears in all possible ways
As if is a
wilted flower
On a healthy
blooming branch of a tree.
Despite every
odd
A strong desire
coagulates in mind
To fly over the
wide sky as a free bird!
Singing the
glory of life
Beyond the
sturdiness
Of the
circumventing chains.
Tired of being
caged
Under the
unwarming trend of adultery
The inner me
yells
To meet the
world of comparison desperately
And strive hard
to search for an opening
with broken
wings
Instead, I am
thrown to a undefined dungeon
Beyond a state
of solace
By powerful arms
of a human being
Yet to live with
laughter
And a smile on
the lips
I look forward
to soar over
The azured
sky
As an uncaged
tiny bird
Free from any
inclination and sorrows
And feel free
farther than
The illusive
thoughts of the hazed freedom.
Embracing Heart
With no name
And a definite
identity
I was born on
this earth as a free bird
Without any
obligation
Instead, a sense
of complete freedom
Implanted in me
circumvented me
and my soul all
along
Feelings of
falling free under gravity
As a raindrop
from the clouds duly spaced out
Besieged me and
my mind
And made me to
fly free under the starry sky
With an
abstracted vision and a definite conceit.
Although I
belonged to none nor did I possess any
I sparked with
the twilights of drowsy stars
Continued
emitting a concept
Of a visitor to
this planet earth
Where one
confines in the heart of other.
An embracing
heart
Ignores caste
color and creed above all
And never
encumbers any soul with injury or satire
As it
understands
The ethics of
Freedom for all.
Feeling Divine
Amidst a tedious
struggle for existence
Drives one away
Beyond the time
and space
Where hopes are
shared
With so sweet,
true and bold consciousness
The azure sky
overhead
Combines with
the starry nights
To whisper the
secrets
Of compassion
and affection
For all around
the universe
As love – the
true common theme
Of the creative
adroitness.
No matter if the
world is divided
Over any right
or might
Yet love
prevails across the border
Whether or not
the sovereignty
Is recognized
Because it
springs from
the heart
And heads to a
soul’s conceit.
Despite all odds
Love only sings
a well-tuned song of
Freedom for all
And repairs with
ease
The cracks
wherever developed
That is always
prayed for.
Love brings
freedom
Hence hate non
but love all
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in
India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass
Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession.
Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste
Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a
Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human
rights in remote areas through non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting
and Journalism are her passions.
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