Debt Poem by Azitej Anand

Debt

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Debt..
Oh! the stuff.
25 years ago,
Cursed by debt:
I was born;
An Indian debt:
Stubborn to shook It!
Mere my hands,
blue clouds howeling in my eyes;
Shun this debt, blessed on me by nation:
I proclaimed my soul;
To turn down each arrow of emotions,
Each arrow of love,
Each arrow of materialism;
I need to be called out by liberal name:
I have fully furnished it!
So, Liberal:
Not to shook the debt of my heredity;
The debt that nation Surcharge on each one born in our country:
At that time:
I suffuse not to get debted by any thing:
Now, I am a liberal man:
But I was wrong!
We all furnished with several bonds:
It's easy to get emancipate from it.
Isnn't it?
Clouds that howels around me, enforced me:
Flora and fauna that always alot me a lap,
enforced me:
The things that supposed to be set on non living mode,
animated and enforced me:
Our ancestor and, the air that luminates my cell,
enforced me.

Enforced me;
To proclaimed
That,
I am an indian
And it's being our duty to serve it!
Respect it!
Either you Are muslim or hindu,
But the foremost thing is that we are Indian.

Debt
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rini Shibu 10 June 2017

Wow that really an inspiring write..jai hind

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