Free-Flight (A poem)

 

I was like a free-bird caught in the net

Of a society going through the pangs

Of re-birth! It was a society caught in

The pangs of an upheaval which had tipped

Away a regime based on spirituality!

 

I saw my friends’ fathers being carted

Away for seeming to sympathise with

The previous regime, fear writ large on

Pale faces full of anxiety, of what they

Had said and what they really had meant.

 

A world it was where associations rose and

Fell, and “traitor”s were treated with contempt,

To be carted away unceremoniously to be shot

Dead, or “re-educated” to emerge as strangers

To  families  speaking of philosophies so strange!

 

Of men and women long gone do I speak, all

Victims to philosophy of subservience to the

Party headed by a man who dictated complete

Subservience and obedience, so to swallow,

Aspirations like a vulture gulping chunks of flesh.

 

For so it was a society that that would curb birds

From flying the winds of freedom, and tenets that

Would curb the very thoughts that emerge from the

Minds as belonging to the party and so off bounds!

And so did I spread my wings on winds of words.

 

So do I sing of a time gone by, when men and

Women cried with tears of blood, a sacrifice

Laid waste by a philosophy of freedom laid bare,

By men of questionable intentions who’d feed on

Aspirations that would float on wings so light!

 

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