Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

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Love is almost over,
Lust has taken over.
Lust for more wealth,
Lust for more pelf.

Lust for name,
And lust for fame.
Lust for supremacy,
Lust for delicacy.

Lust for live flesh
The last makes all captive
Non-availability of it
Makes all of us restive.

Can we claim
We are free?
Certainly not
Captive are we.

Captive of fanaticism
Captive of egoism
Intolerant to other s
Captive of racism.

Intolerant of inhabitants
Of other regions
Can we break these shackles?
If we can
Only then we may say
Freedom is our religion.

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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