Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

My Freedom (No.1)


Someone came and shot an arrow
What kind of freedom you need?

For a while I was silent and took
A deep breath and replied

I want to die my own death
Or Death, fighting for the right
Without fear and fret and buried
Deep down without any tears
And this should be for all
I don’t need any boundaries
To cage me or someone
Freedom to choose any faith
Without any compulsion
Freedom to love living being
Freedom: live and let live

He left and came next day
“What about your food? ”
There’s no problem at all, said I
“Believe in Divine Providence”

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 22, 2013

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  • Valsa George (5/22/2013 1:45:00 AM)

    A beautiful concept of freedom! ! No fuss about Faith or Religion! No narrow boundaries! ! Choosing one's own life and one's own death! ! The policy of 'Live and Let Live'! Great! ! (Report) Reply

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