On a journey of finite steps
It was found
Then tossed around.
Some caught it,
Some captured it
Some used it and some abused.
It changed hands and fates
Found thorns and roses
Fended to itself through loss
And silently endured indifference
It reveled in acheievement
Whimpered in rejection
Was lost again and waited to be found once more.
Like a recyclable.
Till one day,
It gingerly walked to the door
Shut it close
And escaped into the infinite
Through the chimney of the house
Never to be found again
Once it merged into the gleam
Thus, finding itself
Away from the finite steps
Of being tossed around,
Releasing the need
To be caught or captured,
To be loved or cared!
Then began...
Freedom.
Pic credit - Chandra Elango
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