so was the child in me
but to my cage i was confined
bound in chains of some kind
it could be of gold
or rusty iron from the road
Return i will
to the rule of my will
for without freedom of thought
it would be a battle long lost...
Then the child in me
will be a thing of the past
without a place to rest
in this world so vast
Nandagopal Nair Rajan
