FREEDOM
Dr. K. V. Raghupathi
The vast fading blue sky
mottled with grey, white, greyish-white clouds
is before me
stretching
millions of acres
immeasurable, uncultivable
Occasionally crows criss-cross the empty sky
making myriad patterns
which have no meaning
neither to the crows themselves
nor to me in this empirical world
I sit and muse and contemplate
on the meaning of life
that sages had done in the past
Freedom they had realised
Freedom they had breathed
I decide to hold it
that glides like a stream
I realize it cannot be attained
by following them
nor can it be obtained
by imitating them
It is mine, I must work out