Free And The Caged Life Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

The democratic man lives,
To fulfill his dreams,
And crosses worldly whirls,
Till the current ends.
He flutters his hands,
In the open and free sun rays
And dares to touch the sky.

But a man who breaths undemocratic air,
In his narrow lanes designed by despots,
Can never see through his flight,
His hands are tied and
His feet are chopped,
Can never opens his throat to speak,
What his mind desires.

The caged man cannot sing,
With full gusto,
He can feel the pain but no cure,
But pines for freedom unknown,
And cries for the freedom tune,
In the hidden corner on his heart,
Alas! He could sing with freedom

The free man thinks of others’ breeze,
But a caged man sees others’ grave,
Sees only cremation and pyres dreams,
His shadow shouts only on graves,
Every caged man wants to sing with freedom,
But the world was oppressed by despots,
With lighting and mind was lashed by flames.

Free man opens with every sunrise,
Lives every dream so free and fair,
All along the sunrise hopes wait there,
Forever remains young and lively,
Eyes sparkle even in the dark of night,
Hands are always loaded with actions,
Like diamonds in the hands.

Caged man is like slave in rags and skin loose,
Always live with the volcanic madness,
Grey before age, face dusted with spot;
Tormented, at war with himself,
Lived with a dying hope,
That became part of his flesh,
O God! Clear the world of all the Cages.