Umasree Raghunath (24 September 1976 / Eluru, AndhraPradesh, India)

Somethings are silently forgotten
With aging and distance driven
Somethings are hardly forgotten
Besides the storms and sharpens
Few people live in you for ever
Though you are never together
Few places loved by you for ever
Though you will never go for sure
Seldom a song is sung for all
The memories of childhood mall
Seldom a palate is filled for all
With the relishes of the past befall
Never thought that I am still alive
Unless I went back to the shore
Where I once happily lived and swayed
Marking that I am just still alive
Having lost every emotion of life
And suffered so much as a wife
My tolerance knew no bounds
But to silently cry within my heart
I have everything for a decent life
But not the one I really wanted
Every minute of the city is driven
Be it on road, for food or for sleep
Everything is controlled beyond me
Which I hate to be a part of thee
All I cherished is the freedom to live
Freedom to sleep, freedom to work
Freedom to speech, freedom to love
Now no freedom, to even breathe…..