unlatched

Carrying unnoticeable burden

I wore anklets all the time

Pretty ,delicate silver

around my feet....

My gait, graceful as swan

Still these anklets would

manage to  tinkle ,I was identified with

And the World around me 

sounded so sweet.....

I too took pride.

Being "belonged to"

Realising it little late

That anklets have bruised me slowly...

My thoughts weren't my own

Were borrowed by one,.

I "belonged to"

Stranger I felt to myself,

Also,Downgraded n lowly...

One fine morning I freed

the Finch ,I owned

From its cage..

She flew not too high as if

forgotten to fly

But soon,hovered high

For its first forage..

I laughed and took out 

my anklets from the feet

Poorly scathed.....

Now onwards my thoughts 

were mine

So was my desire,my vigour unlatched.....