One moment of freedomA Poem by EnigmaFirst hand experience in second hand freedom.If I were to die tomorrow… I would walk down the busy street In my favorite child-like fashion Not strut but skip Not bend but flip I’d walk like I’ve never walked down the busy street I would stare each stranger in the eye With a bright smile on my face I won’t care if they think me daft For eye contact is such a craft I’ll gladly hug them and walk my way You’d see me skipping like a little girl Muddy slippers and a flowy frock My hair at the mercy of the wind Oh so gentle Oh so ticklish You’ll hear me giggle With or without a reason Whirl around on the stage Dance without knowing the steps Feel the freedom gushing through my being You will see me Finding the oddest sight ever But then, you will truly enjoy When you live that sensation through me First hand experience at second hand freedom And trust me, You will tap your fingers to my silent beat Soon enough, my friend. Soon enough. When I will be gone This memory of a day will stay In millions of unknown hearts I would sail through the dewy clouds Knowing and content In leaving behind a mark Be it a day Be it a whole life. A moment of utter freedom Is all it takes To leave behind the unwritten message “I was here.” © 2011 EnigmaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 28, 2011Last Updated on June 4, 2011 AuthorEnigmaIndiaAboutHi, I'm Preeti. Nice to meet you! I found this place around the same time I found my love for writing. To be honest, it was a time back when I could write. And I did, oh so much. I found words to b.. more..Writing
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