The word that ignited my incombustile mind,
I raised then the marasmus jowl upward
And opened my sutured mouth.
Eyes were cascading the caged fervour
For freedom like pearls in a nacre.
Once slavery emasculated all my passion
For the vision of a feudalist.
He soured all my vigour, instituted in destitution;
Desecrated and eviscerated my abilities
And stabbed on my cranium,
With the tapering embers of his hate.
Like a mimosa I was trembled by the melliepede legs
Of myriad blood sucking vampires,
Under their powerful calcaneum my entire calibre was treaded.
Like a lunatic they enchained me in the fortress of slavery
To thirst the bitter juice of affliction,
No one had come there to apply an emollient consolation.
Their words like arrows draped my marrow
To drown me in the moat of slavery.
No one found my sorrow and weeping eyes
My dreams crumbled in my mirror of soul
In that anarchial isle of slavery,
The wheels of my life-cart mired entirely.
Hopes never came to the temple of thoughts
But there was a God in whom I had faith
And worshiped in the attic of my heart
One day he appeared for me:
''''''''''The God of Freedom '''''''''''''''
Then the eyes of the feudalist opened,
And he said a word that you are 'free',
Free from the domain of slavery
'''''''''The salvation from slavery'''''''''
Only a slave like me knows, the true meaning of ''Freedom''..