! ! ! ! ! ! I Was Born Free...! ! ! ! ! !

M Mamta Agarwal
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It’s futile to waste energy, Don’t try to tempt me With that plea In your eyes. I am done with Emotional entanglements. I am bankrupt, And have nothing left To make fresh investment. I want to start afresh, Open a new ledger book. And maintain My balance sheet. I make deposits By nurturing myself, And allow none to Make withdrawals. I feel trapped, Like an insect In a spider’s silken web; Suffocated, afraid Of a protracted death and Wish could inject venom in me. A life time Of social conditioning, And rules others made For me Left no scope for freedom Of choice. Now, feeling free I have time only For an affair with life… On my terms Accountable to none But myself. Rules I make or break Not for someone’s Convenience. Misery loves company. But I choose to go alone, For I Don’t wallow In self pity. I see immense possibilities And reasons to be happy And blissful for I am in Divine company.

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