Freedom, A Mirage Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

In freedom if I search for freedom's fruits—
Sweet or sour— there's freedom nor free spirit,
And fear there's of getting caught in deep roots,
A song sings off tune, off pitch, out of beat.
And the freedom fought for oft won't be won,
For, ensconced in a prison's cosy wall,
One might feel, blest he's hallowed by heaven,
Yon of all struggles and strife, gore and gall,
For, freedom is free choice— if a free fall,
Whilst warm, safe and benign may feel bondage,
It's strange but man feels safe oft in a cage,
And prison need be not of a brick wall.
Mirage is it— like blank space not yet walled,
Ask a poet long on his last line stalled.
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Freedom goes with free choice and often one feels it is nigh but mirage. Often there is safety in a cage, and cosy feel prison's walls. Prose may seem to provide a lot of freedom, not poetry. Yet, a kind of verdant imagination possible in poetry is not there in prose. Further, blank space is freedom for a poet, so is an unstructured poem. But it is an open space not yet walled. Yes, he has a free choice insofar as imagination goes.
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Sonnets | 03.06.18 |