I have served my time
I must be released
to my freedom
to know who I am.
The memory of my slavery
my yes sir, no sir, ok sir
I must overlap by
asking others
don’t count your salary
the rental from your houses
or describe your humiliations
to enslave m y sympathy.
I was measured by your yardstick
now I have outgrown that
let me measure my life
with my own yardstick
let me coin words to
manifest them in action
charity, love, public penetration
of irrelevant issues
and make life relevant
meaningful free and fruitfull.
Sabita Sahu
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