Perpetual Freedom

Life lost its glories,
No room to fly high in sky,
Like a bird in a cage it flutters,
Struggling for freedom to fly.

Life without freedom
Is a bird without feather.
And without social bondage,
It is a corpse lying thither.

Life is a feeling to be young
But to be free
Is the spirit inborn sprung.

The bird of life's shot down,
And put in closet of lock down

But...

Nobody till now,
Could constanly arrest the flow of life,
Which swiftly glides,
Since ages immemorial.

Believe me...

The day'll arise
When the bird takes flights,
At high... high in greater skies
Blessed with perpetual freedom!

Dr. M S Bhandari