For Yourself
Imagine,
Frolicking amongst the rolling hills,
Sprinting in the sweeping meadows,
Weaving in with the flowers, surrendered;
Relinquishing to the grass, naïve,
Swinging on trees, singing, enchanted;
Absorbing it in all,
In all its serendipity.
How would it be
To be the master of your own fate;
To find happiness,
Joy in those around, ecstasy within;
To contemplate, to assimilate
With nothing but the wind and the winged
For company; questioned by none,
To live for yourself, unbound.
Yet we pain, we wail,
For we wish, but never submit
Yet succumb we do,
To others,
To life as they have shown us
Unspoken rules; unsaid, unwavering paths;
Unable to traverse, meander,
Set out on our own.
We fail,
As humanity proliferates, prospers,
For in all its glory
We never realize that,
Is it not but the greatest
Gift and purpose
To be and to live life
Unshackled, uninhibited.
This poem was written in association with Abhishek Ramachandran, Antony Terence and Shashvat Jayakrishnan
