When Will I Be Free? - Poem by Kapil Nautiyal
Fall leaves drifting to the bottom, in a rout
Seeking independence at last, alas
To be crushed under feet, existence wiped out
New leaves, new life, dependent on the tree
Pining for independent life - is that to be?
Beginning of an end,
Or end of a beginning
I am still thinking,
When will I be free?
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