Still Slaves Poem by V P Mahur

Free is the sky, free are birds
Free is air, free are clouds

But we not still from our
Unreasonable endeavor

Our houses we do clean blaze
But streets are full of garbage

We never feel ashamed spitting
Anywhere in the surrounding
The corrupt and the dishonest
Want a worker fully honest

Can anybody tell me
When we are being free

From our mentality so ill
Of which we are slaves still

Still far away is real republic
Though we are called democratic