Spirit and Inexperience

Once when I aim for freedom,

I shut my eyes and live my dream, seldom

Dreaming, fantastic though

Drags me away from reality that's tough

Unable to tame myself, I live the high spirits,

Free from crate to abide to the merits.

Dreams, as they say, never come true

But it's not so, even they have a different hue

They do, I assure, because I've seen one too.

Unknowingly one day, in the midst of searing sun and loo

Get I, the outcome of my prayers to the almight

By not getting into any tussle or fight.

I hop down the peeing on the intense but cruel bars

And towards the open gateway of liberty, away from the reckons of life.

The spirit within says '' Go on, walk out, open for you are all the paths and ways''

Leaping with glee, I get out , in

But then strikes me the thought of inexperience

I always had but never felt it in my conscience

Difficult, yes it is, to read oneself

But still I make my mind and jump up on the porch's shelf

With fear, that was all in me

I jumped down on the porch out in the perilous sea

A force was pulling me down with a great thrust

Flapping my wings was of no use, in the crate did they rust

Out from the gate, I hurled out from the world

But I suddenly felt a strength that swirled

And got me up to kiss the blue skies

So, here's the pathway to arise

''Add to the nature's splendor always ''

Says the voice within me , wise.