The Final Exit
FFinally, it happened one day,
The tree shook all the leaves away,
Unclogged the roots
And ran away
To nowhere
Far away
From places
Where people told him
What is good or bad
What is wrong with him ?
Why he can’t be like others?
Just normal.
The curtain fell quietly
The wailing died in the lost horizon
The struggle to be somebody
In somebody else’s image
Was not there any more.
Serenity, solitude
Greeted him,
Finally !
The child again
Drenched in the rain,
Jumped on fallen leaves
Touched flowers and
Ran after squirrels
Images, thoughts
And ideas.
So many things to see
So many thoughts
To dive in and
To be
He is like a butterfly
Fresh from the cocoon
With the wide world
All around him
To explore
To feel
But not to be caged
Never again.
As the slightly chilly wind
Of the rainy, damp morning
Brush against his skin
As the smell of the chilly air,
The tired flowers and
The sleepy earth
Smile at him
With no remorse or resentment
Or expectation
He jumps to touch the sky
And pronounce
‘I am free.
I am free.
I belong to nobody.”
((*.*))
November 2, 2000 |