Can there be
Freedom without
Walls?
A sight without
Shade of the
Dark?
Life without
Fear of death?
Or a desire
Devoid of
Incessant threat?
Isn't poetry a
Bondage of
Words.
Music confined
In pauses of
Sound?
A white page
Is of million
Possibilities.
Plain paint,
Of myriad
Analogies.
Standing still,
How withheld
Is a tree?
Cut-lose kite can
Ever be free?
Liquor isn't the
Only tool,
Eyes are
Intoxicating too.
Birds can be
Lonely.
Prisons too
Can be
Someone's envy.
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