What’s next, cries the heart which colour of sky shall the eyes perceive, wrath of scarlet or peaceful azure…? flees the life of soul faraway in the lap of hills, in dense forests , lost in green… where a ray of light cannot pierce how would you find me, world, here I hide amidst the woods unknown, better than lives seen… In dark,I won’t shiver, although the eeriness will echo crickets, bees, wild beasts in their kingdom I roam. none to rule, or proclaim my clipped wings hurt in pain years in the cage golden , stripped my strength I wish to fly again… Here I come free I soar, flap the wings harder , O soul!
What’s next, cries the heart which colour of sky shall the eyes perceive, wrath of scarlet or peaceful azure…? flees the life of soul faraway in the lap of hills, in dense forests , lost in green… where a ray of light cannot pierce how would you find me, world, here I hide amidst the woods unknown, better than lives seen… In dark,I won’t shiver, although the eeriness will echo crickets, bees, wild beasts in their kingdom I roam. none to rule, or proclaim my clipped wings hurt in pain years in the cage golden , stripped my strength I wish to fly again… Here I come free I soar, flap the wings harder , O soul!
soumyav 
Beautiful and relatable. Don’t we all time to time seek that freedom?
Very true Neeraj! we all do!