liberty

the porous sky leaked into the pitted roads.

a bird, as if it long-awaited the moment

scooted down into the pit.

an unapologetic flight with 

no regrets of getting dirty.

prancing into the sky again, 

it swivelled with grace and

sprinkled the muddy water in spirals.

standing safely away from getting drenched,

all the liberty i had was to admire 

the classy glide of its wings.

Gayathri Tamilselvan

April 04