Poetry

Freedom in Chains

The comforting darkness

Of solitude

The relaxing grip

Of loneliness

Pulls me to everlasting

Away from the daily war

The sweat, the blood

Dropped,

All for the minted minions.

Darkest, Deepest

It reflects my emotions

No ray of hope enters

Neither do I beg for it.

Secluded in my corner

My thoughts are free

Free from hypocritic control

Iron chains kiss my ankles

My share of love is here

No. Freedom I do not pray for

Freedom is here

Freedom is now

Here I have it intact-

My identity

To be free

But be chained

Is not my fantasy

It is a luxury

Here in my dungeon

I am free.

 

About the Author

rohanRohan Mukherjee

Ridiculously omnipresent | CEO & Founder of Grayscale Legal | Fellow at The Kairos Society | Percussionist | Doodler | Professional mocker

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