I couldn’t sleep these days and I heard the whispering inside my pillow.
The feathers cried; ‘ You rest all the time but we stuck here permanently Sir, Our feather-head Boss! Don’t you feel about the liberty?
We too like to fly in the serene sky and please let us come out of this thick pillow case.
We want the true freedom!
* To my poet friend Duncan.
nimal dunuhinga
