Freedom

A little birdie

golden and free

enjoyed soaring

into the skies and trees

♥

then one day

a fowler

laid a trap

and the poor bird

fell prey to his tricks

♥

he tied her down

robbed her, abused her,

cut her golden wings

and sold them away

her soul tarnished as she bled

craved for freedom

as she lay tormented

♥

then one day

the little boy

who fed the birdie sometimes

heard her sob

and struggle in her fetters

♥

he climbed the fence

put water in her beak

cut the chains

and set her free

♥

hiding between clouds

she cherishes the freedom

what use is beauty

if it can’t buy liberty she thinks

♥

up and up she flies

out of reach of

fowlers and friends alike

one set her free

many still chase her alive

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Here’s to completing 70 glorious years of Indian Independence.
Here’s to the freedom fighters, the martyrs, and to their families.
Happy Independence Day to every Indian.
~~~~~

Asha Seth