Freedom? What does it mean?
The silent tears that are never seen!
People in charge to uphold the law,
looked the other way and never saw.
People change in the flick of an eye,
centuries old sobs buried in a sigh.
Politicians 'n' scoundrels walk in hand,
pillaged and plundered by this inhuman band.
The heart is dark, the halls are bright,
one can sense that something is not right.
No one values the labourers' sweat,
anger echoing for endless ages of wait.
The starving people are hungrier still,
Helpless! Ashamed! Its how I feel...
There is pain that I always feel,
sad to say I love my country still...
Prasenjit©1997-2013
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