Countdown to Freedom A whiff of freedom And Voila!

The decaying bud blooms Noose Slackens And the tethered Soul Limbers Up Ignoring the storm In the tea cup Hand stretches out for steaming Coffee mug Daring to leave The inertia in the eye of the Storm Soaring Eagle eyes misty horizons Unhinged from the stake Ignoring the stakes Wearied feet spruce up to run No More circumambulations And you thought You were the Sun! Shyam 10 March 2012

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