Theme: Freedom

Freedom

A big day
Statues of heroes were washed clean of the city dust
The whitest of the white costumes
Were worn for the show
Flags were being unfurled
The leaders of the city spoke about the Republic
Not far away from this frenzy
A frail pair of ears could hardly hear it all
The pair of legs which once blazed a trail
Now could hardly make their way
Her mouth now toothless
Once spoke up for independence
And her heart swelled with happiness and liberty
But today she lies old and sick
Languishes and starves in penury
Yearns for her final freedom
 

29-Jan-2011

More By  : Dr. Madhavi Godavarthy

Views: 1452     Comments: 1

Comments on this Poem

Comment The number of such people currently, which can be believed to be the last generation of the freedom fighters are truly suffering...and they may be thinking how futile all their sacrifice was. Now they should be really finding the true requirement of freedom for India from the clutches of the corrupt rulers within...sorry to be frank...my intentions are not personalized or targeted at any particular person. It is just questioning the existing system itself...???

Anonymous
29-Jan-2011 10:20 AM


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