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