PRISONER

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