Wings Of Freedom Poem by John Devaraj

Let me take my pen and write a new story
Let the world know your true history
Let me take all my brushes and paint
Let the cruel men see the colors of a little saint
Let me take my chisels of steel and cut the stone
Let me put out the child's saddest moan
Let me paint with the rays of the sunlight
Let the children's face always shone bright
Let me collect the colors from the rainbow
Let me on you smear it, and let you go
To the land called Childom
With wings of freedom
Here children fly free!
Here children recite poetry!
Here there is no sorrow!
Here there is a morrow!
Here children only play!
All day all night, all night, all day
Here they laugh with dreams
Here nothing matters it seems.
Here they fly on elephants
Here they cry for the death of an ant
They sing and dance for freedom,
With wings and fire of freedom.



John Devaraj
24th January 2005,11 17pm Bangalore