Freedom Poem by ali naghavi

Freedom



I was sitting under a tree and was thinking how can be free
There was a hanging cage on a dead branch
In it, was a nightingale singing song to me
Then another was on the top of a green branch
One in the cage, one on the branch
A nightingale was between the bars of a cage
A nightingale was between the green leaves of the branches
Both of them were singing
The nightingale in the cage, the nightingale on the branch
One was singing happily, one was singing sorrowfully
The cage was full of seeds and pure water
But the bars, the bars, the bars were hateful
The door of the cage was close and the weather was painful
Both were in torture, one for needs one for deeds
But the other in the cage, should choose a book with one page
Book is the cage, page is bar, width of fly isn't far
I saw a difference between them. It was freedom, freedom, freedom
So, I listened them carefully. Sang happily, sorrowfully
To the nightingale on the branch, to the nightingale in the cage
I turned again this one page, to know the fate in the cage

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shahzia Batool 16 October 2012

The cage was full of seeds and pure water But the bars, the bars, the bars were hateful i see the wisdom lying here...the way of your writing is the style of a teacher...you know how to make your point clear....Good job!

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Unwritten Soul 11 October 2012

Nightingale in the cage or free on tree branches, will you understand the feeling that hidden them? ? ? listen to the song they singing a melancholy sad song or cheer happy song...all reveals when they in cage or be free... maybe we see aesthetic in one point, but in other view we are not...so when we do something we must look for what other feels too...freedom for us should not be a cage for others, so be free when all taste the meaning of freedom, a real independence satisfaction_Soul

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