Liberty

Waking up to weary mornings,
Lieing clueless on my bed,
Grabbing courage to meet the day,
Future, still so scary and vague.

Trapped in a turmoil 
Between what I need
And what they expect 
And I won't let them win.

Job, marrige, children 
Adult life is a havoc
Oh! How I long to elope! 
Far away from this filth.

Customs make life a hell
Do this, do that
Thoughts so sterile
And Deeds like machines
With no means of generativity.

Forced to follow than to lead,
They labelled us :
"Frailty thy name is womem".
Cheap hypocrisy. 

Speak up!
They call you rebel
Bow down!
They can you frail

A night stroll on the streets 
With no staring eyes around 
Happiness is in this Liberty 
And Liberty is indeed the solace.

Do what you like
Take blame for your falls
And enjoy all your wins.
Life, too short to wait
Till freedom knocks at door.







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