Truly Free

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Mon Jun 08 2026

I was wrong.

To host Freedom is to leave the door open;
Let the winds of time let her waltz in and out
Unfettered by the weights of wrongs and rights.
Kiss her with your lips of unjudgement.
Wish fair seas for her whimsical sails of rage.
Be her consigliere in War and Peace;
A wise counsel holding up that pristine mirror
Weightless without the burden of choice.

For when she is truly free, so am I.