Liberation

If it had found it's voice,
The soul would speak,of it's choice.

Shackled by bony fetters,and enslaved,
The soul seeks freedom,it's path to be paved.

The heart engrossed in it's beating,
Deaf to the soul's muted screaming.

When the darts of Love are cast,
And the soul perforated,yet it holds it fast.

When pain overflows,it sighs a complain,
"Why must I befriend the shrieking pain?"

It is,of the heart envious,
God lets it's sinews to be spurious.

The wanton body,though promiscuous,
All flesh and blood,of it,is solicitous.

Yet ,the soul lays in an eternal wait,
Before destiny finds her it's sole mate.

The body rests,when in state,
The heart halts,in the cavity of the chest.

The unchained soul then breaks free,
It travels to be one with Eternity.

                     But then,

The soul is truely free,
When it does wind,
And fastens itself to another tree,
Bearing another soul,of it's own kind.
                                                             
                                                           Chandni.