Fly Poem by Yamini Khanna

The Dark Clouds angry and prepared
Precipitating, Thunderous beware
How long must i, this weather endure?
Will the suffering end, Can someone assure?

Set me free, I want to fly

Chained and Shackled, with restrained Steps
My hands i reach out. and love beget
Miles on end, unheard my cries
Fluttering leaves, and echo in reprise

Set me free, I want to fly

Heart pounding, drumming against my chest
In and out, a resounding shallow breath
Shrieking gasps, Momentary rests
Milk dried up like in a Mother's Breast

Set me free, i want to fly

Who am i, Where am I
My purpose in life, in humour wry
Experience learnt and Lesson kept
piercing pain, to handle adept

Set me free, I want to fly

Weary and tired, my Hunger died
galloping thoughts on waves astride
Body and Soul and Mental flashes
Ashes to Dust, Dust to Ashes

Set me free, I want to fly