When the heart no more could comply with the bounds
When fears could not dismay
When the chains couldn’t bind the soul
Of the fighters to proceed in the way.
Freedom, freedom was the song of the soul,
Freedom , freedom in the sky,
Struggle , struggle was the call of the day
Struggle for you and I.
One bird rose with the song of the soul
It was shot by the oppressor’s gun
But while dying his melancholy strain
Called millions to join the run.
From each drop of that fell on the soil
From the heart of the dying bird,
Another bird rose up
And the cry for liberty was heard.
Millions laid down their life
And rivers of blood flowed by,
And then finally the stars of freedom
Were found to shine in the sky.
Freedom now is in the song of the child
Freedom among youth and old,
But misconceived freedom made man reckless
And oblivious of the principles they should hold.
Corruption crept into the life blood,
Fraterity gave its way,
Once again the killings of innocent lives,
Shaded the shine of the day.
Injustice against the weak and the poor
Has culminated human rights,
Exploitation and class distinction
Has come to the limelight.
Once again is the need of a total change,
Listen to the call of a revolution,
Do the youths of today have the guts
To take up the flag of mission.
Who has the courage to take the lead,
Ready to risk the life;
To make the world a better place
For the posterity to survive?
My first poetry book- Fragrant flute of fire
13 years ago
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