• nayan_ramesh 31w

    When will I be free

    They wished to sail the world,
    Dance through their paths,
    Frame out their captures,
    Sing their voice atop,
    Climb their fears,

    Dive into their deep dreams,
    Fly across the vast blues,
    And so many more dreams
    Held tight throughout the years,
    In the fist closed tightly
    And the hearts which wept daily..

    So many dreams, so many hopes
    All still after ages stay behind the fences,
    Crying and begging loud,
    Asking the same always,
    When will I be free?