mukti

Desperately dangling midst some
travelling problem of mind all it matters.
Boringly walking high hills of hope
and down past vallies of dreams
unfulfilled. Handsome they said,
whein I marched in, only some
discouraging days in hands i carried.
Cherbs cannot sing no glory for
them i have been. Those bells do
ring but the cupid i have never seen.
Walking still for my bones they
don't rust and my mind not
a vintage vase. That mirror
laughs at the rugs I wear, yet
for them my shadow has the
pride. There's no beast that I
ride on, but my shoes they
envy upon. Zealously I
walk with those. They have
a word for people like me
FREEDOM they say.