Freedom In Doom And Gloom

Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance,
A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance.
But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust
Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly,
To save her from the tramps or beasts hastily
Like an infant in the trash shrieks for hands of trust
To save her from the nasty cruel veil mass surely.
A drunkard in the ditch moans for a saviour
Like a criminal for mercy pleads the Judge’s favour.
A helpless wife appeals her man of defame
To protect her chastity not for sum out of shame.
An unread boy in the exam hall with an empty mind
A bribe officer is often ready for the MLA’s service
Like his home-dog biting and tugging his shoe lace.
Uniform in variety a mere symbol of identity
A mask of culture,discipline and merit but pale bright.
Being lost in pubs, cyber house or drinks of cold
The robust pairs sway on the floor sucking magic cup
That is like a bedbug sucks fleshy fresh blood
Replaced with cold blood a stimuli to rape
And murder a stigma to the civilized culture of our breed
Stream of flowery words shower from the podium of freedom
Snubbing every disgrace through mincing words of wisdom
To win the bitter souls of the bereaved souls of free kingdom !!!

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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