A world not free from wars,
Conflicts never end within.
Free we are, we say,
Our land is free, we acclaim,
But chained with un-freedoms,
Legs heavy and tongue in bondage.
Ear dumbed with the storm of words,
The hammer of power over our heads.
Many in the desert of afflictions.
Treading through the wilderness,
Galloping on the horse of desires,
Under the scorching sun of hope,
Gasping through the waters of wisdom,
Towards the mirage of freedom.
A plant of solace from the inner-scape
The wings of soul await,
To awake into that ‘heaven of freedom’.
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