Still we have no freedom,
Still we are slaved by some material things,
And by some organization,
By some religious belief and idiotic caste system…
Still we fear to express our thoughts and point of view,
Still parents kill their children for fake honour. . .
In this world writer can’t writer freely,
Painter can’t paint without fear,
Singer can’t sing a song,
We have no freedom of expression,
Still we fight with each other by name of God,
So where is freedom . . .
Great poem.
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Thanks a lot
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A powerful poem. It seems that fear is on the rise, and as we lose our capacity to love, we lose our freedom.
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I loved this line of your post
Still we fight with each other by name of God…..
Thoughtful though!
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Thanks for this appreciation
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welcome.
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Absolutely agree with these beautiful composed lines. Freedom and where it has gone, out of the window.
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Thanks for your comment . . .
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Welcome.
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