Shackled in monotony
How I long to run wild
Just a day or two maybe
Free and happy like a child
Perhaps the misty mountains
Or the deep dark forest calls
Where there is nothing certain
No goals, and promises false
Caught in the grip of passing clouds
Shrouded by the darkness of unknown
Deep down in my heart for so long
This longing has slowly grown
To break every rule and disobey
A desire to run away someday
© 2008 Rituparna Das
A first attempt at sonnet writing, following a rhyming pattern of ABCB ABCB ABCB AA.
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