Freedom

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The man in him wanted to roam in the Himalayas
and the woman in him wanted to join the naked march.

I despise both of them
not knowing form purple to violet
at times not even able to separate from black to white.
I loathe them perpetually,
their ruthlessness;
their certainty.

One evening, I persuaded him to
climb to the 29th floor.
And looking at a bunch of grey clouds
asked him,
to sing a song to bring the rain.
When he was drawn to somewhere up
I pushed him down
and came back to my little corridor
and slept on the ground
feeling free.
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(2012)