That Is Freedom Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

The dove is burnt
in the blazing forest fire,
running after her in frenzy
to evade the disaster
I have become mad,
consuming the fire
of despair,
taunted for
all my follies.
I have trailed
through the quiet brutality
of the unending valleys
of hatred, cruelty,
vengeance and death,
but I know for certain
there will be light
at the extreme end
of the dark cavern.
One day I will see
the scarlet rays
of the burning sun
through the small
crevice of the cliff.
That is freedom.