FREEDOM

Freedom takes different hues when looked at askance.
To a prisoner, it means freedom from chains and goal.
To an anarchist- it means freedom to preach and scold.
To the hungry- it means getting two square meals a day
To the dreamy- it is to go beyond limit-far far away.

The society, in general, is afraid of freedom limitless
It fears the breaching of rules - hence sternly imposes
Upon this clan of different breed- a strict conduct code.
They are to behave as proscribed or suffer in the mode
Of tampered freedom- a punishment truly harsh and cold

The society, afraid of inquisitive mind, acts swiftly to nip in the bud.
It is equally furious at the rebellious souls and crushes them with
collective thrust.
What it celebrates is blasé mediocrity, stokes mob hysteria and maintains
status quo
But smothering freedom, plucking the plumes, will never make a butterfly
bow.
The repression like a double-edged blade will harm the hand too that
inflicts the blow.

Throttling freedom is not the answer; the real demons need be exorcised
Questions must be answered truthfully, without any ruse or guile.
And if the system is at fault, the crusaders must struggle to set it right.
This is the path of progress; the evolution must never halt or fail.
Freedom is essential or life would go on trodden path and stale.

~Jayanti Sinha~

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