Be caught in chains of mental slavery,
and then call it an act of bravery?
Only if we could free our warped minds,
and listen to the rhythm celestial that spellbinds.
Our little prudence first made cruel rules,
and now we ask, ‘weren’t we fools?’
We incarcerated ourselves into the cage,
A moth is sacrificed to the candle
and for the thirsty a spring,
A true lover is a sacrifice to the loved one
be it a pauper or a king.
For being in love
no one can give the reasons,
I measured time between his absence and presence,
I tried to listen to my heart
That was not ready to part
And now I measure time that prolongs our distance.
Like a lunatic, I waited for the full moon,
It was hard to be left behind
Do we really know
What we are fighting for……………….?
………….. Dressing up like men?
Or……….Drinking and smoking like men?