It Begins. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

It Begins.



Every child born with freedom
Loves freedom, to smile and play
In cradle, home and compounds
Unknowing the tricky things of world
That there it to be tied up with bondage
With relations of all it relates
The bondage which becomes burden
While it is supposed to act freely
In this world the great freedom required.

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