Pensive Echoes Poem by Dhiraj Das

I
Self imposed freedom denied by nature,
Nothing is there unseen and free;
Fruits when ripe and become mature,
Bound them to drop from the tree.

II
Fames are the foam built by the shore,
And as the rainbow seldom we see;
The glow may suppress the eternal lore,
But not ever can radiate its glee.

III
No logic is there that fate can't crack,
No truths are the truths and not lies;
No means to walk by foot on the track,
If wings are there - then do fly.

IV
Sighs are just breaths caused by strife,
And two paths are there for us;
To chose the course to ride the life,
Be the leader or follow the mass.

V
Rapture of beauty couldn't quench the lust,
Desires are the cause of sigh;
Two poles are left; all are bound to trust,
Life to live and the death to die.