She stood at the crossroads for eternity
Shadows of passers by, a solace to her feet
The trucks, bullock cart, the sedan and the bus
Even the wind asked, “Shall I carry you forward?”
‘I cannot be hoodwinked by anyone’, she thought.
Pity on her, a fool, a shame- the horns blared.

On a moonlit night, smoke evades the next turn
Footsteps she hear, a silhouette grows from dust
Man with a raincoat and a hat. “Oh, here he is!”
Rejoicing, she let her guard down, her saviour arrived.
The pain she bore has seen it’s light, God opened His eyes.
The end of the tunnel with white light, she exclaimed.

Her eyes looked into his weary eyes, there was surprise
“Why are you standing here, do you not move forward?”
He broke the silence with his baritone voice. Her eyes queried.
“Eras back, when asked if I should wait or move on
Didn’t you ask me to stay? Had you forgotten?” with no much ado,
She let go of her hold, the statue still laments at night.

‘I cannot be hoodwinked by anyone’ she says softly
Hoodlums passing by understands her pain
They help her relieve her grief, and speak to her in brief
Stealing her values, her belongings, her life
They mock her, and destroy her more and more- at last,
One day, her sculptor repents and demolishes her cage.

She flies off like a free bird, higher to the skies.

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About sweetshalini

Shalini Samuel was born in Kanyakumari, southern tip of India. After completing her schooling from St.Teresa’s MHSS, Kanyakumari, she graduated in Information Technology and took her Master’s in Computer Science from Noorul Islam College of Engineering, Kanyakumari. She has been writing poems from her school days. Her poetic pursuits took a pause during her college years.Writing journey of Shalini Samuel started again as a blogger and slowly crept into Muse India. Holding the branches firmly she ventured into poetry. Her poems got published in International journal Tajmahal review and she also contributed to Inklinks anthology. She is currently editing e-magazine Fragrance and more of her poems will be published in journals in near future. Contemporarily she is venturing into fiction and essays too. She has written few poems in her mother tongue Tamil. Her passions include photography, gardening and cooking. She loves to take challenges and learn from it. She is eager to learn and cherish all nook and corner of writing. Here goes the link to her official Facebook Page

4 thoughts on “Freedom

  1. Amita Paul

    The poem makes one imagine the Statue of Liberty and the blindfolded Lady Justice , but also a woman who is continually hoodwinked even as she probably claims that it will not be so.

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