Not every Freedom owns a Flag

Freedom is what we celebrate,
Freedom is what we crave;
Freedom is much thought about,
Freedom is my question very naïve…

Free were the rivers caught by us in a dam,
Free were the forests & parrots so green;
Free were our expressions captured in a cam,
Free were our feet devoid of a cover rexine…

Free were the beggars who shared & ate,
Free were the docks before constructing a gate;
Free were the pigeons without a building around,
Free were the trees without a cemented compound…

Free were the city labour working on a field,
Free were the crops grown today only for yield;
Free were the hills before being cut for a road,
Free were the destination driven vehicles & the people onboard…

Free were the winds dancing before, now sliced by a blade of windmill,
Free were the rays of dawn before, reaching the sunrise point uphill;
Free were the droplets of unpolluted rain,
Free were the stones imprisoned to run the train…

We did this all for our own gain…

We are free & are equipped with an army on borders,
We have the court & a pen to pass all orders;
We have the Freedom to command & change,
We have the right to snatch “few things” in exchange ??

A Miss. ..

Miss the time to be shared,

Miss the family to be cared;

Miss the confession to be made,
Miss the foundation to be laid...

Miss the campaign I never led,

Miss the words I never said;

Miss the needy I never fed,

Miss the mistakes instead... 

Miss the moment together,
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...

Miss the team to belong,
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...

Miss the gushing river,

Miss the breezy shiver;

Miss the so dry rain,

Miss the heat & pain...

Miss the toys to play,
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;

Miss the bench-mate who copied,
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...

Do we need a second life to recollect this ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?

The Unknown Turn

Turning our heads to English,
Pushing the rest to plead;
Chats, Blogs, Mails so many,
Non-English is just a broken bead...

A parent feels proud of her baby greeting Hello,
A villager feels proud of his son addressing Dad;
A boy feels proud to answer a firangi fellow,
A girl feels asking "wassup" is a fad...

The text books & the apps,
The T-shirts & the caps;
The places & the maps,
Every corner perhaps...

We see, we show, we honor, we bow,
We speak, we feel, it's on the menu - every other meal;
We raise the bar & leave others low,
We hear, we deal, we approve, we kneel...

There's too much without English,
Left by us to die;
We are Quite Modern Now,
To forget the few who cry...

Please help it survive the last sigh.....please !