Mind shackled in

emotions, pain and tears

dreams to be liberated

to be a tranquil soul.

With my arms outstretched

I long to fly in the vast sky

amongst fleece of clouds

velvety and cottony.

To soar high on cool breeze

fluttering, rejoicing,

to celebrate the joys

of freedom.

To unburden from

desires struggles and ambitions

I fly, I rise

to arise from slumber into

the daybreak of hope

with the morning sunshine.

                                                            ~ Anjana Prasad

                                                               New Delhi, India