GUNNED DOWN...

A valiant warrior
in a thought of despair,
decides one day to stop and stare,
into himself,down and deep,the same mirror,may be rare.

What was different this time,
he wanted to search for the sublime.
Niether too late,nor in his prime,
a passing thought,Introspection isn't a crime.

Living upto the reputation,assigned by others.
Fitting into the shoes,worn by others.
Seeing the dreams,destined for others.
Free flight of mind?a question!no wings,no feathers.

He couldn't find his image in the mirror anymore,
superimposed over superficial,he now abhors.
It started getting too dark,pending chores.
Mind dominant over heart,but this time inner voice soar.

He dreamt of a new beginning,
tried to free himself from shackles.
Started living his dream,
life of untamed wind,life cycle of a bubble!

The "others" didn't like it.
The "others" couldn't see the change.
How could an enslaved being live free again,they frown.
The warrior was no more loved,a galiant effort was GUNNED DOWN...


"In loving memory of all those who were once born FREE"...RIP