an outcast's dream...and rage...

Had I been a desperado
I could've run against the custom
And with you in the tow
Could've eloped to a faraway town...
From the mortal percepts of right and wrong!

That would've created a great furor...
Your father would've in vain roared!
But by then we would be erecting our own hut
By then we would be stitching together a storyline...
People would've abused you calling you a whore or a slut
And I would be called in similar terms...a libertine...

But think of the possibilities ....
We would the whole society tease...
We would live in misadventures wrong...
We would be clutching each other strong!
We would live like being out of frame...
We would together then attain dubious name!

Hey moral pundits! don't you overtly worry...
It is just a synopsis of a long but unpublished story...
I don't really want to be called a blasphemous man!
I do respect social normative standards, as far I can!

But society is a very strange model
It puts us always on the saddle...
But don't teach us really how to tame...
The wild wild horse within...the fiery, stupid flame!

Society so easily causes a stir
Without knowing how it demurs
Society can be negligent and oppressive
It could shoot strange missives...
Controlling this, over ruling that
Building narrow walls, breaking us apart...

So we meek and mild
Like God's truest child
Accept wrong doings of much more import
Graver sins we forever do court...
Knowingly sometimes, sometimes being ignorant
We love to, like parrots, falsity chant...
As if we are so trained to do
As if we never really knew...
Our brains and hearts are thus sometimes caged
Into very tiny coops, we keep ourselves amazed!