Wednesday, November 14, 2007


Free like a bird in the sky they said,
They who have never been here before
They talk of freedom all the time,
And cling to their chains evermore

Not really wanting someone to try
And to set them completely free,
They seem unhappy but secretly enjoy
Their own wretched miserly company

What do they know of freedom
Who know not how to fly,
Who know not the pain of tired wings
Nor can they hear the anguished cry

Of the mind on a hot summer afternoon
Computing distance, windspeed, altitude
Trying to be stable, disciplined and in control
As I fly across the landscape looking for food

(c)Anurag Mathur 2005

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