Freedom
Strive I did with withering hands To search for the meat-bands Thrown by the red-eyed jailor time Amidst the darkness of eyes mine Frosty beard and mangy frame Find I did the silver keys fame Try I did to push doors of iron molten Pry I did the Sun betwixt window bars stolen Far away ran the fabled Ganges - sands clean With skeletons of old and new between Golden frame I saw mine too with binds But sail I did oceans sweet - skeletons behind Till I circled back to the city of Kashi beheld Vishwa’s The cosmic dance that is not only of Shiva’s But his awe mother too - amidst the great city spires Merged into the processions, sweets, drums and fires