Sarath's Web Log

The memories are written in INK,for just THINK…


jonathan livingston seagull

If one’s legs are haltered with chains, it never stops your dreams

even the small sapling breaks into the earth, slowly

those, whose hearts have budding intents

they listen to their hearts, never fearing.

Where are those bars that can stop morning rays (there are none)

where are such eyes that to guard thoughts

It’s only until they open their wings, birds will touch the sky

freedoms, freedoms

are never won by asking for them.

freedoms, freedoms

those who snatch (their freedom), live

Is it the end of the story or a new beginning

Is it a new morning or night about to fall

Will time that comes gives us space to enjoy

Or shall we be getting dilemmas (tensions, troubles)

Who knows….


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