Let Me Run Without A Care
Let me run free on paths I choose
Looking at nature’s abstract hues,
Spanking lanky grass in the fields
That waltz to the tune of soft breeze.
The naughty squirrel and fragile flies I must see
To paint my lips with wild berries, let me run free.
Without a care, I watch the brook
Catch little fishes in the nook.
I grieve not if the sky turns grey,
Nature’s whims can’t ruin my play.
The shackles of serfdom my mind wishes to tear
And breathe free till I cease to be…. without a care.
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Poet’s notes:
The above poem symbolizes the child within us. Every living creature in this world is caught up in something or someone. This bondage can be sweet or acidic. But it must not kill the child within us. Engulfed by nostalgia, we think of the times we ran free. Life comes to a full circle and we want the same freedom. We must give space and time to the child in us and try to live without a care.
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