Freedom Is My Birth Right
I can't appreciate the beautiful
brunettes who pass along my paths,
I can't praise openly and boldly
You are beautiful and lovely;
I can't sleep under the shades of Margosa tree,
Along the long stretch of four way road, free
With my folded hands as support like a pillow
Like a common man and the country fellow;
I have no manly boldness
To pull the emergency chain with goodness,
While the commuters in the train
Speak of politics loudly in vain;
I had no guts and mood
To spit the salty food
Served to me in the house
Where I went to ask for cash;
A liar on the stage
I can't climb the stage
And knock on the head
With folded fist of my hand;
I am not bold to announce
the death of a few notorious politician
As a national wellness and profit
And good for everyone;
I am confined and had no authority
To send the indecent persons, to the zoo -
Who make different noises and boos
While playing national anthem;
Freedom is my birth right
Is just a formal say,
But I had so many inhibitions
And restrictions! Where is my freedom?
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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