Ballad of Caged Freedom

 You dared to bring tanks in our hallways 

And expected us to bow down to the

 Jurisdiction you have disbursed 

wrenched from those it had 

once associated, anchoring cogwheel of a 

colossal sovereignty, thriving in

 Velocipede, each of worth. 

You dared to adumbrate mass graves of

 un-named raped and widows with 

husband's slugging in abyss. 

You dared to reduce mothers 

to statistics underlining your lies. 

You dared to rogue, 

conflagrate the names we consecrated 

to remember of our tongues.

 You dared to enforce us to forget 

the image of saffron tainted carnage 

scared under our eyelids, even when, 

you extorted our eyes wide shut. 

I wish to detest all that. 

It stands for cold blooded procurement 

and enroachment of little hands 

under large boots, bruising the glee 

into indistinguishable ruins of mutilated beliefs and dreams 

forlale the suffering it endorses 

and gains from; from the pain, anger and sadness. 

Which dared you to be harsh, 

and took our freedom away 

and cocooned us in a reality 

that made us broke. 

Which dared you to glorify case 

without showing, 

each of gory, gruesome effect. 

We have in us the seeds 

that need to be planted to grow, 

and it's a lot to ask, and rare demand, 

but we can, we should, we must, we will, 

Try. To create a softer, gentle and free world.