An ounce of freedom

Caged birds care not for golden bowl

or silver cup full of  milk.          

Nectar of life lies not in;

coffer of piled up treasure.

Diamonds, rubies, emeralds,

Lie worthless, mere pieces of

Lack luster stones scattered,

before an ounce of freedom.

The free will to fly beyond

Cross horizons, or rest a while,

Before a flight, all lies in those

wings that is not bound by the

shackles of bondage.

Tweet or twitter, listen to humble

 Plaintive notes, race a humming

bird or peck a wood. When the sky

is the limit and freedom boundless

Life is the zenith, burdened soul

You know not!

Sumathi Mohan

24th Feb 2012

3.06 p.m.