This is I, the budding thought    
   From the garden of thoughts,    
   Where sprout thousand buds,    
   Every moment of life,    
   Awaiting the day of blossoming,    
   In to the world of words!    
     
   Announcing my unfolded beauty,    
   To the world of literary bounty,    
   I'll before you before long,    
   Yearning for your acclamation,    
   To celebrate my jubilation,    
   Of my entering the world of words!    

   Welcome me, admirers of words,    
   When I blossom in to the world of   words,    
   Every petal adorned by dews of words,    
   Every moment spreading the fragrance of words,    
   Swinging in the breeze of lovely words,    
   When I enter the world of words!    

When I was set free,   
I hurt you, my mother,   
Yet you greeted me with delight,   
With a joyous smile on your lips.   

The small pit on my belly,   
Is the memento of my freedom,   
From a kindred dependence,   
To the world of liberty.   

Like the birds in the aviary,   
Within the man-made boundaries,   
I saw the freedom,   
Struggling for liberty.   

Ensnared in the crowd of restraints,   
Of customs, of colour, of creed,   
Suffering the agony in silence,   
Freedom struggled for liberty.   

I pulled myself into a shell,   
Where my freedom lives,   
With the boundless treasure,   
Of endless thoughts.   

Back in the confinement,   
Of my pregnant mind,   
I live now in the company,   
Of eternal freedom of thoughts.