The Freedom To Think... Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Tick-tock, tick-tock, went the watch crossing the milestones
Racing towards the zero hour, the beginning of another day
Cring, cring, went the alarm, till a hand shot out to silence it
The eyes still closed, feeling the warm rays of the sun
Filtering through the windowpanes and the curtains

Does not the sun need its rest?
She thought…
Must it rise everyday at the same hour,
Take the same route, travel in the same direction
Die each day, to be born again?

What is with this world, with this universe?
All rule-bound, bowing to a mighty ruler
Playing a game of beginning and end
End and beginning and so on and on
Doesn't it get tired of it all? ? ?

The endless flow of thoughts…
The randomness of it…
Its wild, wild, ways…
Questioning everything…
Maybe the only thing not bound by rules…