“Not Free”

Freedom and independence,
So disparate,
Yet so correspondent,
Freedom is not what the lexicographer says,
Indefinite, it is,
Vague, it is,
Obscure as what’s in the dark,
Arcane as what’s beyond the grave,
Unattainable, it is.
It lost its meaning,
Every time a student jumped off,
Every time a farmer hanged himself,
Every time a politician lied.
It lost its meaning,
Every time a girl was raped,
Every time a caste was oppressed,
Every time the public was misled,
Every time a round was fired,
During an attack.
It lost its meaning,
Every time a child was born,
With a tag of a religion.

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