If you really love someone, will you set them free. Or should you?
Is it justified to remain silent about how you feel for some people? Are the stakes too high in confiding?
This poem explores one such relationship with the help of metaphors.
As the seagull watches her beloved lamp sail away happily, unaware of her throbbing heart, her mouth goes dry. The entire time they spent together flashes infront of her. She is all set to see-off her buddy, but 'telling' would cause her to lose her beloved friend for good. Or so she thinks.
Drowned in her fear, she stands still and silent, suddenly so 'wing-less' and so 'frail'.
In her ambivalence, the time has already passed, the boat has already sailed, and all she is left with, are memories of the past, remorse in the present, and imagination for the future...
'my lamp is happy, my lamp is free' , she tells herself...
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