My Freedom (No.1) Poem by Aftab Alam
My Freedom (No.1)
Someone came and shot an arrow
What kind of freedom you need?
For a while I was silent and took
A deep breath and replied
I want to die my own death
Or Death, fighting for the right
Without fear and fret and buried
Deep down without any tears
And this should be for all
I don’t need any boundaries
To cage me or someone
Freedom to choose any faith
Without any compulsion
Freedom to love living being
Freedom: live and let live
He left and came next day
“What about your food? ”
There’s no problem at all, said I
“Believe in Divine Providence”
see. he don't know you man hhh great piece for peace / well done
A beautiful concept of freedom! ! No fuss about Faith or Religion! No narrow boundaries! ! Choosing one's own life and one's own death! ! The policy of 'Live and Let Live'! Great! !
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4/23/2024 6:18:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow, you pick up from the 3rd stanza... and its a lovely thought.. love it..