Freedom

Such a tiny gate like it was a formality 

Sign board said " Trespassers will be prosecuted"

The aroma of plumerias filled the gate

Smell of fresh baked bread inviting the beast 

The forbidden desire to open the gate

What lay ahead is one's demure fate

Day after day mind's curious debate

To dive in and taste the feast or wait

The coccons broke free to flutterly butterflies

The plumerias bloomed spring to fall

Aromas never ceased like the time 

Not one entered fearing the grime 

Time elapses like slipping away sand 

Plumerias stopped blooming no one to mend

Wild flowers and weeds engulfed the gate

Tiny gate felt heavy ponderous

Fears engulf every tiny gate 

Mind plays the prosecutor 

Sigh.. Fate reason for all nemesis 

Mojo of life lies in freedom from fear !!