"Music is in my veins" she told her teacher
Who showed her tempo and form, notes major
And minor, the pitch to hold on to dear
But off-beat she sang, notes came off the chart
A stream of feelings claiming no art
You gotta hear her because
She is really a freelancer at heart!
Supple as a snake "she oughta learn gym n sport"
Bend now, not then, and always stay on court
She suffered those rules of various import
Her real thing was to dance and not give a fart
Whirling n twirling n jumping was her art
You must watch her because
She is truly a freelancer at heart!
"Literacy is a must" so books she read
Jammed grammar and punctuation into her head
She even wrote essays, diaries until she bled
But words to her were matter of the heart
Poems of an unruly sort placed her apart
You must read her because
She is quite a freelancer at heart!
Off she was sent to college for a degree
Then to toil at temples of profit in spree
Climb the branches of the corporate tree
She quit it all and ran home to do her art
Gigs and jobs she did, she chilled in part
No wonder about that because
Isn't she finally a freelancer at heart!
She was married off into a rich household
The man was steady and stable just a bit cold
Happiness was all hers if she fit in the mold
Yet off she ran with a ruffian upstart
For adventure and romance but little comfort
She accepted all and more since
She is purely a freelancer at heart!
Abhay B. Joshi