Freedom Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

Today I saw my friend,
The one I used to collect stones with
At the riverbank,
Stones that we kept collecting
For some unknown reason.
Those days we weren't sunk.
We filled water in a bottle of Sprite,
Cliffs of clouds
Filled with kites.

Today I saw my friend,
The one I used to draw with,
Random lines on the last page
Of an important notebook.
We ran towards the jungle,
Marking a random tree,
Fear inside, shadowed by curiosity,
Like true people, random and free.