My Freedom Poem by roshan jha

The very moment I was born
I felt everyone and my own.
Felt the complexities of this world
felt with too many relationships, I am bond.

Freedom was far away
from home to school, and again
from school to home
in this viscous circle I was laid

Teenage was the vantage point
but minute, to see this vivid world
so instantly it disappeared
hardly recognized myself, in mirror, with long beard

I got married and was trapped
in ado, settling every chaos
found money, but not the time,
to search the truly of mine,
the freedom divine.

With old bones, sitting at a corner,
thinking, what I should have done?
but now when I am dead
everything is unloaded from my head,
It's my actual freedom, I guess!