Taste Of Freedom Poem by Auro Bhattacharya

Taste Of Freedom



'Run, run, run...'
On the steep mountain cliff
Slippery slope; lush green plants
& trees in ethereal serenity
Enveloped surrounding;
Blue sky touching
the horizon below
in the Solan valley.
Sitting on the cushy bucket seat
Laced with safety belts..
I am ordered again
'Run, run, run...'
Pulling the wide parachute
All strings converge in his hands,
Well trained pilot
Harnessed it in this heavy dense air.

I am paragliding..
Sailing in air with upward buoyancy;
Swinging amusingly
heavy winter chilled air
surrounds me all around..
I am one those big birds
in this sky flying in full freedom.
Talking to them and asking them
To compete me today!

Those big birds don't care..
Flying and playing at their Will
high in the open sky.
No hurry, no urgency and
not worried
on my presence in the sky;
They all know
I will touch the ground soon.

I now descend very fast;
Losing the elevation
strings are in control;
O my god
“I want to be a free-bird today..
out of slavery of civilization'
No mood to touch the sinful land
anymore.
Want to remain afloat in the sky;
Just like one big bird!

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