Freedom

Walking down a path,

Sandwiched between beds of willow,

I dreamt about people’s wrath,

And the world, together an inferno,

On my path, though belated ,

I saw my country rich,

In culture, yet with minds dominated,

By differences, thus welcoming the pitch,

Of disunity, recline in succession,

To the savage attack of Britishers,

Rivers of blood flowed through the nation,

And coursed into the future generation,

On hearing the willows remark,

Sarcastically to shrubs and herbs –

“This is what the humans mark,

As freedom!!”, no verbs,

Had its parallel to my state,

Why don’t we forget our conceit,

Look ourselves beyond barriers and fate –

Will never be the same as before;

Ululations will find itself in infinity.

For the real key to more –

And freedom is Unity!!