Maa/ Freedom
in oceans of living,
if let go of.
I cannot speak
but for the music of your pulse.
I cannot walk
but down avenues you carved your labour into.
I cannot sleep
but within the curving stoop of your bending back.
I cannot breathe,
but for the air filtering into me, through your blood.
Freedom is not for me, who flounders
in oceans of living,
if let go of.
(C) Annie Zaidi
[Written originally in 2002. Now, posting it with slight editing]
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