I am but a four legged creature
Tethered on an animal called man,
Killing and skinning are words so new
That this best of the lord’s creation has taught us so-
We learnt not the art of hating that is so in vogue today
Teach us not the ‘art of living’ beneath a mind so guile-
Big dreams do people dream, But we have urges so few
For some such mundane pleasures,
That would fill our lives, with joy unbound and true
To be as free as the bird that sings,
It’s, swan- song from the skies above.
To move with total abandon, not to fear,
No more threats not even from one self
To be as light as the wind,
To be like the soaring imaginations--------
Not chained in some body’s backyard or crouching in the wild
Free is what we want to be
Not a fossil for history in time..
Treat us not like worn ornaments, shorn and worn of display
Freedom from those nasty minds
Is all that we ask for today-
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
( Image courtesy Google)
