Are we really free?
To what extent are we?
Is it that we just feel and we aren't really,
Truth still lies in the box of mystery.
There are crimes and happening in the world,
Hunger, poverty and everything we have heard,
In self made cages many a people die,
The question still is - are we really free?
Corruption, lies and wrongs have caught every room,
Truth, loyalty and honesty are losing up to doom.
The question still lies there,
Are we really free?
Independence day we every year do celebrate,
It's message to all we do elaborate.
Freedom fighters, martyrs and those dead,
We all remember what they said.
Questions still arise among,
Answers still come along,
They do not satisfy - the doubt in mind is still rung along,
No, we aren't free we still need to work hard for long.
©️Saramitra
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