When will I be free?

Please let them free,
That Is all I plea.
Now, years have gone by,
Tears have gone dry,
To fly high in the sky so clear,
They wish, but are drenched in fear.
You fenced them,
 as they took a leap,
Childhood dreams you yelled,
As they sat to weep..

Time flew by, and now a teen,
They wished to follow interest of their choice so keen.
To walk ahead and buy,
Some time, some moments,
Some adventure, some risks
Some stories they could live or pen about...
But you belted them with force,
Without any reason to close,
Tender age to lose one’s paths you said,
And they sat aside to weep...

They wish to sail the world,
Dance through their paths,
Frame out their captures,
Sing their voice atop,
Climb their fears,

Dive into their deep dreams,
Fly across the vast blues,
And so many more dreams
Held tight throughout the years,
In the fist closed tightly
And the hearts which wept daily..

So many dreams, so many hopes
All still after ages stay behind the fences,
Crying and begging loud,
Asking the same always,
When will I be free?
But in these closed doors ,
Their voice fades away......

But still in the wake of a day
When will I be free???

                                              Nayan….
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