Prose: Naked

She was running free.

Bare and naked,

Across boundaries, maps and fences

Butterflies followed her dances

The birds, her homelessness,

Rivers, trees, moors, moons

Hugged her bare skin in ecstasy

Until,

She reached the no-man’s land

where

a piece of cloth was hurled at her

feet tied up with strings

ears and nose pierced to give

the identity she must carry,

the identity to look beautiful

the identity to become the one who she never aspired to be;

Now lying under loathed bundle of cotton threads

her freedom is tied forever.

She longs to run wild,

free of identity,

free of bonds,

free of clothes,
once again

stark naked!!