FREEDOM
PROF S. CHANDRASEKHAR
I saw a tiny little donkey
As Sweet as any nice pony
And even as cute
But in a problem acute
An angelic straggler, and lame,
Face ablush in shame
Its fore legs were tied
Strong and tight
And her eyes welled a teary tide
When I had her untied
She fled like a boat astern
Into the yond and wide
But then, slowed and turned
Back to me and brayed
A shy, illume’d thank you, soulfully.
I said: ‘adieu’, joyfully