This soul was once like a huge flame leaping to the skies,
Then it withered, dried and drooped to
the very earth;
Sometimes, like Icarus, it leapt out
of its many mazes,
But burnt out in the heady dash for
total freedom.
Then she brought forth a new-born, a
swaddled baby
She sang her magnificat of newly found
motherhood;
The soul forgot its troubles for a
joyous interval
And learnt how to escape the many
mazes again.
Yet mostly this soul was a
single-celled organism,
Cowardly and crawling in this huge
universe,
Too silent, too shut out and too
withdrawn,
Incapable of learning or making its
way around,
Sometimes, it longs for the crazy days
of yesterday,
When the sun of total freedom had
burnt its wings.
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