Freedom

 Here I am Alone at last, 

Fluttering my wings, hearing them flap. 

Leaving behind a cocoon of suffocation, 

Of attachments and limitations, 

I fly above, leaving them all behind, 

Worldly beings, unjust minds 

This Fakira flies closer to You, 

Reaching out to your warmth 

In a happy pursuit. 

And here it comes, a gust of wind. 

Sweeping away the bodily being: 

Struggling to stay alive, tired, I let go, 

Blending into the Universe in afterglow; 

Becoming One in a dance of Souls, 

You and I, I and You, never getting old. 

The broken wings reminding them all, 

"She was once beautiful and bold."

~ Suranya