I stand by the window
What it is to be like
caged and wander?
Like, how free you can be
being trapped too,
chained in your thoughts;
limited by your infinities
bound by the will to savor liberties.
The fascination for that air of freedom
Luring you every fleeting moment
To touch it and feel it
To love and unabashedly revel in it.
While you are out of the grip
Of society and its insane norms
While you are free of falling prey
To the whims and fanaticism of the patriarchal lords
You are tangled in your mess
You are dancing within your knots.
I find it more fulfilling and beautiful
To give yourself the power
To learn and unlearn,
To become and unbecome;
To slowly grasp the fine line
Of right and wrong
Solely on your own.
I find it the proudest thing
To sing and waltz
Under the umbrella of your authority
And then gradually transfix the world
By the grace of the tale of your being
Which was left for a long time, unknown and unheard!
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