- Jigyasa Giri
I am the freedom
For me the sharp blade of sincere honesty
Than the gangrene of pointless pretence.
For me the lone eagle slicing through clouds
Than the glitz of peacocks strutting about.
For me a lamp battling the storm
Than a blazing candle encased and forlorn.
For me the throb of hope in emptiness
Than the feeble whisperings of hopeless existence.
For me the boundless ocean of love
Than the putrid well of deceptions galore.
For me the elixir of knowledge potent
Than the heady venom of not knowing at all.
For me the beast free in terrains to explore
Than the one secured by shackles of gold.