Release Me

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