Disjointed Verses

FLY AWAY
I had tried to be the norm,
But I had failed.
I have tried to be the exception
But I am not doing very well
For I am treapped in an image
An image of my own making
And now I am trying to fly free

I made that image
For I thought that was what i wanted
But I was off the mark
And I think I realized what I truly wanted
Just a few moments ago
Even though I had known it for quite some time
But the work of time does not vanish in an instant
And I am again being squeezed in that old mould
But I am not setting in it any more
Let me fly away

For I am not in the mood to be here
Let me fly away
For I am restrained where I am
Let me fly away
For it's hard to stay here
Let me fly away
For its torturous holding myself here
Let me fly away
For maybe if I leave now, I may be back tomorrow
Let me fly away
For maybe then I may become the exception
Yes,let me fly-fly away

BY- SYED ASHRAF HUSAIN

The need to rebel is as old as civilization itself. This poem written many years ago is an expression of that maybe atavistic need itself.
It is about the time when I wanted to rebel. Now of course I am at peace with myself having been there, seen it and also done it all.
Lookin back those times seem full of immaturity. But in retrospect even the urge to rebel is a great teacher
Enjoy it.

BYE -ASHRAF