Struggling for little freedom..
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Freedom in question,
A Flag with the roadside children,
No paternal care,
Does not understand the hair,
Struggle from childhood,
Questioning existence of freedom hood,
For very few the freedom turns into celebration,
For the mass it writes a story of battered pain,
Innocence in freedom of torture,
Custodians abnegate & abhor, .
If selling flags becomes a child s profession,
The future is a dark horse racing without a goal in occupation,
How life will score?
In penury the hangovers,
Poverty till infinity,
Joking at the milieu of humanity,
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 15/8/2016
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I would like to translate this poem
freedom in question, good one.