FREE



You and me ,
We are not meant to be 
Like the land and the air
And the sand and camel hair, 
Oil and water,
The rich and the pauper,
Separated,
Yet related,
Going away from each other 
Like the flower and the ottar,
Immiscible as we are,
So different from each other, 
It is still nice to see our dreams fly,
Not anywhere nigh
Each other,
All bare, 
So different we were,
But unaware,
Fly past the visions and dwams,
In hoardes and swarms,
As they magically laugh,
Without a faugh,   
Beyond the seven seas, 
Yes! We are free!

©Madhumita