Freedom is like an unused space in a room
without which one feels too cramped.
Only When we are cornered
there are thoughts sneezing out of the settled dust.
Our mute resistance against the infringement
takes the form of conversations over dinner.
They are passed on to children, through the
this-is-how-the-world-is stories.
Let's break the evasion
Let's clean up the dust before we are cornered.
There are rights to be exercised
and there are wrongs to be exorcised.
3 comments:
And when will one find the inclination, even if there is the time?? A beautiful thought-provoking poem! The space, time and emotion work together so well!
Quite Interesting!
This should be read by a wider audience you know, simply because it teaches so very effectively, in such simple words!
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