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 ??

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 !