Freedom

I have wings but I’m told not to fly…

I have dreams but I’m told not to fulfill…

I have voice but I’m told not to use…

I pick a brush to paint but they want them to dry

I pick myself to sing but they want me to be dumb

I pick myself to rain dance but they want the clouds to disappear

Let me fly before I forget why I was sent here to the world

                                                           Voice of Iran 

Footsteps

Walking on line of sight

Toddler brushed showing zigzag

Wondered to my step.... Why in line...?

Being blind to the world walked zigzag

Sudden gush of unexplored freedom glowed

I was always free...but what was this…?

Window

Standing by my window

Staring in an unknown

An ant ticked me her pulse

Reminding me to be mercy of others step....

Standing by my window

Staring in an unknown

The bright sun made me squint

Reminding me as source of life to all....

Standing by my window

Staring in an unknown

The bells of temple ceased my solitariness

Reminding of my mandate with purity….
Reminding not standing or staring but acting will light U through

Passage

Red light halted my pace

Overhead bridge wandered me through

Expressions wedged me end to end

Some had Joy…

Some had Search…

Some had Hope…

Some had Pain…

Some had Wait…

Some had Fear….

Some had Smiles…

Some had Tears…

Pray Negatives become Positives…

Pray Positives become Eternal Forever…