“ Unspoken, Yet Free”

By Rumpa Chatterjee

Through chains, trials, blood and tears  Our nation managed freedom, despite its fears. 

But my freedem lives in a different light

When my stims are understood with heart felt sight, 

When your hands don't pull, but simply guide, 

 And I don't feel forced to hide inside. 

As the hoisted flag dances in the breeze, 

Whispering  hopes to seas and trees, 

I desperately long for a space to feel,to be,

Without any intruder reshaping me. 

For I deserve a freedom too, 

To live as me, and just be true. 

My kind of freedom is different although.

A land where thoughts are free to flow;

All are free, here, to touch the sky Breaking the worldly barriers of ‘who’  and ‘Why.’

No fish, here, is expected to fly, no bird to swim, 

That is the heavenly freedom I always dream. 

By Rumpa Chatterjee