I am not a prisoner but of my thoughts…
Principles and ideals are not bars of my cell,
Who caged me and clipped my wings?
Ordained me on a throne of adjectives,
A glorified Goddess, but carved out of clay
Restraint in a temple of your choice!
You feign that… coronation was complete,
But the authenticity was at stake.
I am not a Prisoner…but of my thoughts.
Freedom chocked in the golden cage,
Every whiplash strengthened my senses,
Re incarnation was inevitable!
I gained new feathers on my clipped wings
Aimed blue sky beyond cosmic lines.
Barked at every shadow passed,
As I am afflicted, inhibited and prohibited.
Never crown me as a goddess, but venerable
I am a woman altogether, prudent, perceive
And….to emancipate her captive dreams !!
– A poem by Briji KT