Freedom

poem

June 27, 2018☘️ 1 min read

“Blind” … is that what you call me now?
I thought you weren’t half-done with “Immature”.

That beyond my selfish gains, I cannot see?
Oh how far from the truth you can be!
I have nothing but the world that I perceive.

The abundant riches and the safety of the ways of men and women?
Luring might they seem but my freedom, I cannot give, my freedom I cannot give.


Ronak Baldha
He writes code, cooks food, and ruminates.