Slave Of Freedom Poem by Aftab Alam

Life like a kite fallen upon the thorny bush
Breeze that eases, gives me a painful push
‘Tis a dusky musky time, kids are around me
None dare to save but silently praying to thee

When heaven will laugh and night will weep
Dews and breeze will be my killer from deep
When kids will come with hope, with aspire
They will curse their own fate for death vampire

Whole life I loved to thee, ‘O’ Freedom!
O fate! Thou art is a slave of freedom