Break free,
of my inhibitions, I want to,
of my dogma, I need to.
Break free of the chains, that I cannot see.
It is a cold cell,
cold as the forbidden hell.
Is this your world,
or it’s just me.
Why don’t I get to, break free?
Turn the pages of history.
Turn them left, turn them right,
even there you could find me.
Hidden behind the closed doors,
buried under the soil.
Bombarded with your ingenuity.
The same cold room always,
Always the dreadful chains on me.
Seldom has an endeavour being made,
endeavour to break me free.
They say I am generous,
forgiveness at my decree.
Why do I not remember?
May be I never broke free.
Maybe I will never break free!
You might be wondering the I in me?
Who put the chains?
What is the story?
Let me give you a glimpse,
A hypothesis to go with your lemon tea.
Follow the trail,
a child leaves with its smile.
You might find the path to break me free, to break me free.
I might just be your salvation.
A path to resurgence.
Your path to redemption.
If you’re still confused,
Just to let you know.
I am Humanity…
©ManashJborah