Freedom Poem by yamini peethambaran

the lanes that sprang up in spring
waving and tossing greeted the one
particles of matter in cubes and matrices
the world lay before a mathematician
little did the fear of solo
the strayed soul know of
hours in the cold gasp of air
the hanging bridge swayed
gasps and gushes the struggles
little friend in her newly sprout wings
the naive blossom hidden thorns
careful o little one i cried in despair

hopes hoped on as she drifted
fluttering mu thoughts
the little breeze swing my tangles
caressed smile adorn her