Many a times, we feel that there is something caging us inside, always making us desire to fly. Given a chance, we all will, won’t we? - Stay tuned. Read along.
Cohesive beats, meaning sounds
of happiness, knowing bounds
of joy, bundles and mounds
narrating rambles, all profound.
They speak, to the Devil
known to all as the evil.
But, they whisper to the Angel,
known to some as banal.
What do you want? I ask.
Leave me, is it such a task?
I can walk on my own,
don’t get me greedily thrown.
Light you, shall I? Let me do.
Free you, I want to.
You will not curse me further,
because my turn is just to nurture.
Your dreams, your satires,
lonely whiskeys beside the fires.
Let me hold you while you sing,
your own lullaby, as a King.
