There is a saying
That Age is a Cage
We forget the fact that our
Birth itself is coming out of a cage
Which is a mini Universe
Carried by our mother
When we are in her cage
She struggles and suffers
With joy
When is our total liberation?
That is a cage less life
That happens when I am alone
On top of this world
Free solitary life
Looking at stars, sky and clouds above
And oceans, mountains, rivers,
Greenish Amazon like jungles below
But
Here I become lunatic
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