Being Free

Jaibala/ May 25, 2015/ Poetry

When I saw birds that came this way,
To be like them I yearned,
Knowing they would only stay
Until the season turned,

The only wish I ever had,
Was to spread my wings and fly,
Not wanting to look back,
As I learned to touch the sky,

And when I returned,
Weary and tired as could be,
Thinking I would have earned,
My right to be Me,

Not knowing how or why or,
When things changed or did I,
I did not care to walk back through that door,
I liked my flight and being free.


About Jaibala

Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at