You say I am mad
I say you’re deaf
I dance to the music
You don’t hear it
My soul follows it

You draw lines
I erase all mine
Fortress of walls
You call it a Palace
I call it prison

My Palace
is under the sun,
feel it in the breeze
where the music lives
and nightingale sings

Free and unbound
my soul flies far and wide
the wind under my wings
I see it now, why can’t you?

O self imprisoned soul!
set yourself free,
hear the music
fly with me!

– Khushbo