Thursday, December 13, 2007


Fly away my dearest,
before it is too late,
Fly away my dearest,
to sunnier places and bluer skies,
Prepare yourself for the inevitable break
that I know will be a difficult one to make.

The longer you tarry here,
You will have much to fear,
I’ll cut your wings of freedom,
one a day, without your knowledge.
And, in its place
I shall sew on
deceptively fragile threads of loving bondage,
so strong, that they shall hold you fast.

When you finally out of despair decide
to seek distant shores with greener pastures,
There will be no wings to fly,
and no will to try.
And in that bitter-sweet bondage
We shall be bound forever,
Fly away my dearest, before it is too late.

- Srividya Srinivasan
October 1998

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