Call For Freedom Poem by Saroj Padhi

Enough blood has been shed, dear Netaji
but where is that promised freedom?
The much hyped, jinxed word sounds hollow now
as democracy is caught in a conundrum!
Ideals of noble souls who fought so much for it
are erased to raise statues of imposters
the young are fed with fads, fetishes and fashions
as virtues and values rot to wallow in festers;
honor gets compromised for mere money and gold,
labor cheap is bound by serfdom without liberation
hapless farmers, ragged students, poor rape victims
are driven to death by suicide in utter desperation;
no doubt a miniscule celebrates its benediction
but citizenry is yet to rise from stupor of contradiction!
On the brink of regression we pray for your return
with you to taste glorious freedom during our sojourn.