Freedom

Silent grief haunts me
Every moment of the emotional past
I dream of a comeback
Like the birds 
That return gleefully
At sunsets
 
Years of youthful exuberance
In a hectic beehive activity
Held in captivity now
In the four cell-walled
barriers
 
Looks of anxiety and loneliness
In appearing, signs greet
Each passing dawn
Company of comrades 
Made outside
Visiting me, sharing mine
Nostalgic tears streaming
Drop by drop
Like a leaf of fruit fell on
Longing for the freedom of life.