A protest poem where there is liberation in death, where one breaks the shackles of caste and colour, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.
Oh! Let me break those shackles
Put on me years ago
Keeping me away from my love
I broke them with my will
Now I am free to enjoy
The paradise and
Become a soul with no form any!
I float and float
through the vast sky so blue
Collecting some sparkling stars
Thinking of you alone!
No one dare ask me
As I can’t hear nor answer!
I am a soul floating in the
Clouds free of anyone in my life
With only you in my every pore!
Everything is pure and white
Not a spec of impure dirt
Beautiful streams I view
From above cleaning
those pretty pebbles as they flow!
I see the fiery waves in the sea
I pray from above let the boatman
and passengers be ferried safely
as I sing holy hymns!
What a feeling I go through
I can never express!
Come and join me
In my float
Break the shackles of caste and colour
and float with me through the clouds!
©Sarala Balachandran
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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