My Heart’s fumed with rage
Letting me avow this phase.
Sitting next to the tree
Thinking will I be ever free.
From the taunts of Elder ones?
From the conventions of the society?
Its my life,my will,my wishes.
Then why I am always being stopped.
I feel as if my talent’s curbed.
Disguised in the body of who,I’m not.
I want to be free.
So as to shine
To spark
To follow my dreams.
Indeed to live a Life.