Comments about Ishan Gupta
Slaves Of Freedom
I was a braid of cotton's fur, light enough and ready to rise to hundreds of miles;
Yet stood stranded by heaviness to rise higher, I was moved by wishes beguile.
I fumbled for my brother's arms and got hold of many, yet none complete;
Carved a tomb of their false love, I was living my dreams, but a life obsolete.
The hunger of freedom drove me to boiling fetter of tears and blood;
I embraced my blemished fate, and drowned in molten wax's flood.
She strangled me then chiseled my skin, yet my wish to fly was alive.
Surrounded by hardening shell, my will didn't ...