FREE.

On that exquisite road,
One to the horizon,
Which is encroached by wild flowers,
Where you have empathetic sun.

When at every turn,
you are made to think,
how wasted your life would be,
if you had never seen...

The wind kisses your face,
And butterflies cross your way,
The indifferent cow makes you realize,
That this life is not a race.

You ride at your own pace,
Instead of those electronic lights,
There are these humble trees…
You stop when you want to,
And you resume when you feel like,
Here every decision is yours.

On that road you meet yourself,
and you know man is very small.
But you don’t want to compare,
There is just so much glee.
At that moment,
When you thank the heavens,
You know ‘you are free’.