Where's my freedom?
Is it caged or tangled in chains!
or it is suppressed between the restrictions
that they keep imposing on me.
Then they ask me necessity of it;
other's said that's their concern,
but a concern isn't meant to chop the wings of an eagle,
it's about giving a thrust to their flight of heights.
They are themselves caged between the
chaos of the melodrama of society.
They breath for themselves but
breeds for the society,
they opt the brain, steered by society,
and these hands hold the fetters of my freedom binding anxiety.
Here's is my freedom
down their hands, getting older and older,
shattering its age with rusted fetters.
But they forgot, every chain will once break,
every feather will regrow,
every bird will fly anew,
to live this freedom, to live this era, to live this life.
~Praful Maheshwari