It was a breezy day and the sun was merely peeping from behind the clouds.... I ignore my hair expressing its freedom and pencil down thoughts triggered by the pigeons flying in the sky... And here they are:
Is the bird free?
Is the bird free?
Or does it crave the freedom to swim?
Or the freedom to walk the earth?
How bound are we by the concept of freedom?
How bound is this poem in its wish to be free?
