Old Liberty Poem by Deep Yadav

O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it and be free
In my old liberty?
—Keats

I
Snared in time
And wriggling on nightmares
At last I found you,
Zephyr like, you untied that knot,
Slowly wrapped
Me in more intenser charm
Only to push from height;

You acted like stage actor
In soliloquies, captivated
With mellifluous promises,
Like an audience I watched
Stunned with boundless emotions,
And ended up believing you.

II
There was a time when
I saw you as a
Rainy cloud to my drought
stricken heart,
Your promises bloomed hyacinths,
Lilies and wild roses—
Hyacinths painted days,
Lilies lavished new hopes.
And wild roses scent eclipsed past.
I loved you most of my days,
And on other I tried to love you
Yet, I kept it secret in fear.

III
All for nothing!
Your childlike attention so easily
Faded and abandoned
The toy you played most,
It's I always there, alone! laying in
the corner of your room,
Waiting forever to be held again
in your bosom,
With the same endearment of bygone days.
But you, absorbed in others
never gave a glance to me,
And left me to perish drawing
an imaginary world
And then hoping it'd turn into real.

—DEEP