hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 29,595 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Freedom in hand


It is great day
But with different way
I am confined to home
None is here to see and welcome

What a plight for countrymen?
Is this one can be called good omen
Where in reality no freedom
The word speaks of boredom

Everybody is granted freedom
But not to all seldom
It is not memorable occasion
Yet there is good cause for celebration

People are killed in broad day light
For livelihood they have to fight
Perish on road and nothing to heave sigh
Freedom far away to fly

The power hungry people have sway
They have carried everything away
People are helplessly watching
The death is alarmingly reaching

What shall I celebrate?
Freedom for sake to state
What else is there to relate?
Freedom in hand but liberty is at gate

Submitted: Sunday, April 27, 2014

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