(This poem is written by keeping in mind the current socio – political scenario of India)
The chains of window got broken by the anarchic, invading sunlight
With half – closed eyes, woke up from deep slumber
My rotten, vitiated country.
Another new day
Another untimely death of a dream.
We are mute spectators of a gigantic, naked circus in the society
Newspapers are entertained daily with rapists, thugs, buffoons and merchants of religions.
TV screens are glowed by silky smiles of ad – girls, actors and politicians
Ready to sell the boxes of tailor – made lies, which we must colour to our wishes.
We are under attack today
Under attack is the LIBERTY.
Imperilled is my free thought:
Imperilled is my food – habit:
Imperilled is my freedom of expression:
Imperilled is my source of conscience.
Still when a New Day arrives
Arrives a New Year –
My eyes catch the sight of soaring pigeons
Ready to raise a shout in the core of my baffled heart:
“LIBERTY, YOU ARE FOR US”.