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"The Quest for Freedom: Exploring the Essence of Liberation"

By Aranna Hasan Delwar Published 2 months ago 1 min read

A body cut to pieces,

The immortality of some dream in pieces, and

The tear-soaked eyes of a girl returning from Mritypuri in brutal agony,

Makes me seek freedom!

i walk

Walking through the steep black road of the city on the path of the village

I can see blood stains on the dew wet grass.

Shattered by grenades

The cries of many people,

Blue sky covered with black smoke

And villages, cities, ports of inhuman character

Makes me look for the meaning of the word freedom-

I sat down with the dictionary.

Turning page after page finally what I see,

The word freedom is to me

Conjures up images of a monstrous monster.

a state

a land

surrounded by a barbed wire fence

Where corpses hang,

Where death roams freely

Like citizens without a passport visa,

Some innocent people standing on that border

I try to understand the silent language of bloody lips,

That's when I saw freedom-


A 48-year-old man is without clothes

Sitting on the pavement blowing beedis, R

Coughing like a tuberculosis patient.

Countless brave children whose lives are fearless


Whose daughters are tainted by sacrifice,

That freedom is burning away in the burning of loneliness today.

Freedom is now on stage, in slogans and speeches

A very bright star,

whose light has never touched the heart and soul of ordinary people!

sad poetry

About the Creator

Aranna Hasan Delwar


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  • Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago

    Interesting subject. Freedom 👽

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