Freedom At Midnight

Freedom At Midnight prose poem

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Our country got long awaited
Freedom at Midnight on 14th Aug. 1947
When the world was sleeping
We were awake and joyous
In celebrating the Freedom
All the pains and sorrows
Got subdued at that moment
We cherished and enjoyed


In every day life of our men
There is no real freedom
Particularly for women
They cannot roam the streets
Even at Dusk or before
Even a girl child is not spared
Oh…what a shame
For this purpose did we get
The freedom that gives pain

Unless and until Every woman
Every child, Every old person
Is able to live happily here
The meaning and purpose
Of Freedom will be defeated

We should have a fearless
We should have a Purposeful
Life for every Person
Till then we cannot call it
A real Freedom…

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Till every citizen of a country is truly emancipated, there is no real freedom.


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