Freedom Poem by Sajoy Paul

Here are the trees green
No rice,
Shining in the intensity of the wind
There is the head of the straw,
There is water, there is intoxication like flood
There is no consistency to float, and straw.

Do not clean the air wings of birds
The dream does not break anywhere in Hiroshima
Open sky
Travel trends are not bad ears.

Here you have to keep the freedom, care.
The wind took the body rubbed flag fly
Greens drop flowers in the..