My spirit is caged in the four walls
The place that is called home
By the guardians and their subjects
With duties and responsibilities
Like linked chains my feet are bound
My eyes gaze towards the sky
Ears hear the chirp of birds
Oh! They are free and I am not
And my mind wanders afar
To unseen lands beyond unseen seas
On the top of the mountains
Looking into the valleys never seen
Daily I pray with folded hands
O Lord! The creator of this beautiful world
Let me see your art
To the content of my heart
Let me see the rising sun
On the Himalayas, Alps and Andes
And let me sail the mighty oceans
Indian, Pacific, Arctic and Atlantic
O Lord! Let all my dreams come true
With camera dangling from my neck
And a back-pack full of goods
A note book and colour box too
Let me roam your world
Before I come back to you!
(C) Hemant Kumar Dubey
23.10.2017, New Delhi
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