Samreen Chowdhury

I’m fine.

I’m fine.   

Freedom is solely illusion,

I dream of freedom, 

To spread my wings one day,

 I pray, I pray, I pray.   



To one day,

Subvert to this binding element,

To this dictatorship,

To spread my wings,  To the air I will cling. 


To the wind, that will help illuminate my soul, 

I will wait, and wait.

Because right now there’s no exception but to accept this displeasing fate. 

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