By Nusrat Alam

My soul escaped

Your binding wasn’t enough

A perfectly built iron wall couldn’t hold it in

Finally, it ran away.

Does your doll not move to command anymore?

Did all the string attached to your hand get ripped off?

Does it make you furious, that

no amount of torture will make any difference?

Do you still not get it?

Poor soul left the cage.

Caitiff soul spread its wings

and took the leap

The first hit of fresh air which screams ‘freedom’

The wind of joy dries off the fallen tears

before leaving the lower eyelid.

Dear soul finally left.

Are you looking for what is lost?

Or the obvious, you don’t even know.

When will the curtains from your eyes move

and the truth will surface?

Did you not see-

Precious soul flew away.