How are you she asked
A friend from grieving times -
I pondered then with playful smile
I am good
Feel very very good
And, what may be the reason behind?
Is it shattered illusion
That brings such joy
Or, clarity of vision
That has pierced surround
The smokescreen fell
To reveal the Real behind?
The hand that punched
Feels hurt, still sore
Throb of pulse and beat of heart
Let freedom surge at it's core
No name, relation, beiief or dutiful chore
Tugs pointlessly
At strings of my being
No longer I'm bound
To pretence any more
I feel jaunt and cheer
Light skip is here
For finally i feel i am
The one I was meant to be
Yahoo with surrender
I am free.
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