Celebrating the 15th August 2020

 

Am I free and unshackled, I silently wail,

In a bolted room, looking through a veil,

Verdant foliage I see on the trees yonder,

Rain drops make them swing and saunter.

What frightens me to reach the trees there?

Why touching the green leaf poses a scare?

Why be afraid of smelling the wet ground?

Why lack courage to soak in rains around?

Am I free and unshackled, I silently wail,

In a bolted room, looking through a veil,

I see no God but Erebus before my eyes,

Fangs of forebodings bare up with cries.

Has He let loose some invisible creatures?

Deep in darkness, I feel angst and torture.

All of a sudden, a dreamy light permeates,

Up in the sky the darkness to light relents.

The welkin smiles up with sabre-like rays,

Black clouds brighten with silvery glaze.

Rains disappear, leaving wetness around,

Life returns to its rhythm with a rebound.

Why are we not as proficient as Nature?

Why bow to maladies of unseen creatures?

Are we free? Are we unfettered? We wail,

In a bolted room, behind a blinding veil.