Freedom-an interpretation

First published in Two drops of Ink, Oct 2018

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What does freedom mean to

me, a dandelion

as I continue my tryst with the

boastful wind

as it carries my identity on

it’s fleeting wings

I tried with all my might

to hold onto my identity

but the cruel and the mighty winds

uprooted and carried me

I’m carried by my need

and desire to be rooted again

I’m an immigrant in my own

godforsaken land

I reach with all my failing might

with my bits severed and falling

and rooting

clutching to the ground for its sustenance

See,I have to survive this

this atrocity called war and

peaceful settlement

and rise through it

find a new patch of soil

call itself my home

and

dug my roots deeper to survive

the cold transformation

of the ever-changing world

these boundaries and lines don’t make

sense to me

when my identity has been dragged

and has been redefined

and I end up getting the status of an

immigrant.

–Megha

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

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