Freedom? What for?

Caged by my own desires:
I wanted to be alone.
An angel came to set me free;
but Freedom, I never sought.

Those other birds in flying flocks
know nothing of sweet Solitude.
Chirping hymns or songs of love,
I let them fly, I let them go.

Inside my cage grandiose,
I stay perched in my place,
thinking of a magic trick
to free my heart of its restraints.

A/n: The beautiful image was taken from


  1. myrockopera · November 20, 2013

    This is very good. Escoteric and thoughtful without being stuffy or to full of itself. Good job!

  2. drewdog2060drewdog2060 · November 20, 2013

    Freedom is a state of mind although governments and society can place social and/or physical constraints on our freedom. The Taliban can, for instance deny education to girls but it can not destroy their yearning for something better – for freedom. There can be a comfort in going with the flock or the herd (no need to think for oneself) but if we do so we risk loosing our humanity. Freedom is such a slippery concept to define but we know it when we loose it.

    • anumshafique · November 21, 2013

      Thank you for your wonderful interpretation. I agree with you that Freedom is slippery concept. Those who have it, don’t appreciate it; those who don’t crave it more than anything else. However, the truth remains, that the biggest constraints placed on our freedom are not placed by outside agencies: be it governments, societies or the Taliban, it is placed by our own sad selves. Sometimes, a person imprisoned can have more freedom than a ‘free’ one, if that person really wants to be.


  3. edgarone2 · November 20, 2013

    soilitude without restraints.

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