Prerogative Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Come what may
I decided to pick up the pen
Felt sad, felt sorry
Was happy despite the worries
I did choose the pen
To reveal and rise

I am not one amongst many
Maybe one out of the mess
I did pick up the pen to undress
The pent-up emotions,
To vent out the clustered smokes
Burning long within
To give them a scope to find the sky
In this vast sprawling oblivion
Amidst immense possibilities
I thought it wise to give life
Yet another chance to fly on free wings

Reluctance was there in the beginning
A feared recluse, as Unseen vampires
Frightened with the repercussions many
Customs, traditions, anklet tags
Chains at every turn and the rituals
Cloaks of vanity, propriety or persona
Long adhered to often strangled strong
To breathe free, as I dwindled between
Right or wrong, fixing priorities.

It's too much now, to raise a voice
Rise above the suffocation and haste
The web of priorities is over now
I picked up the pen and have taken a vow
To be, become, or behave apt and straight
The way life presents itself on my way
No mirroring, no matching, not to tread
The trodden track, rather!
Live it fullest to the brim and brink
Either I choose to float or sink
All together comprise
My sole Prerogative


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