The Act of Flowing

Freedom I long in life In poetry I seek free verse That is free from meter and rhyme To express like a cascade Whatever burn and boil inside To erupt like a volcano With all the magma, lava Fire and silica To roar like a lion or a sea To make an echo or to create waves To reach to an ear or to a shore of a soul I seek to pour like rain To blow like a gust of wind And to flow like a stream I need a verse that is totally free From any rules and restrictions To show the beauty Inside me the flower holds To spread the scent all over From the soil I made of To reflect back I seek the flight of a bird The diving of a dolphin And the digging of a spade To fetch you pearls To gift you gems And catch golden rays In between my fingers To focus upon The spot suffering from lack of light.