Mountains
One more among the crowd
I carry within,
Died today.
I feel better as I light his pyre.
It has made me lighter.
With each death within,
I am getting lighter & lighter….
I can fly higher & higher.....
Love for him now is genuine.
No wants, no demands.
Just love…for being part of my world,
Love of one being to another.
Looking back I wonder
When did he get into me?
Why did I carry him so long?
Why?
Questions lead me
To a dead end
Beyond which are huge mountains….
I am unable to cross….
With each death within,
I am getting lighter & lighter,
Gravity weaker and weaker…
I can fly higher & higher.....
Will I cross this MOUNTAINS?
……To freedom?
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OSI Prompt : Free(dom)