The Urge

I am so unsure
if my urge to run away
from them
took birth from
their indifference towards me.
Or is it from their
relentless attempts
to tame the wild wind
in me?
Alas! If only they knew how much
I want to be that wind,
which gusts through the fields,
splashes the waves,
makes beautiful ripples
in the lakes.

Did my urge emerge
Out of their polite requests
that I should be more like her
and her and her,
and less like me?
The urge grows stronger.
One day, I will be them,
their indifference reflecting back.
That would be the day
my urge set me free,
free as the wind.