I Think

I think and think and think
At times when I'm alone
At times when people look at me
At times when no one's watching
Though my thoughts
Don't appear on my face
But the process is reflected well
Still, I think
I think I'm the master of my own world
Though I'm not
In fact, I have several masters to be named
And no
They aren't my parents
Or my teachers at school or college
No they aren't my friends
Or the experiences of my life
Those masters are
Pretty close actually
My masters are my fears
And my anxieties
They are the rules that bind me
My master is the society
And the famous chaar log
My master are the norms
That some nobody created
Yes, I'm the master of no one
In fact, I'm a slave to my masters
I'm a slave at service
A slave on duty
But don't you misjudge me
My duty is not bowing to my weaknesses
My duty is to rise up above
My duty is to grow enough
To be a student
And not a slave
I think of my hairs
Long and open
Free to be tangled by the wind
I think of my lips
Not trembling with fear
But murmuring the lyrics of a song
I think of those invisible wings
That grow on me
And take me to the skies
I think, because I'm the controller
Of my thoughts
If not the master of my world
I think again
Because there's no 'my world '
I think
Because I'm free to think