The Voice of a Woman- FREEDOM

My mind is where I belong

All free to do this;

All free to do that.

Setting sail on my ocean of notions,

Free to drop all my emotions.

This essence of freedom,

Gives me eyesome reasons:

‘Life is a beautiful process,

And beautiful thoughts are what I posses’.

This new scent in the air,

Is fair.

Introvert I used to be,

Extrovert is what I am.

For

Freedom is the only thing I crave for,

And the only thing I live for.

-Aarzoo Malik

Miranda House

University of Delhi

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