dark and dull all over
when despair over triumph runs
hopes starve to death
and freedom beckons
when brotherhood unites
to bring an uprising
the flame evolves from dark ashes
and history keeps revising
theinfinite force from insides
oozes out of souls
and the efforts intermingle
to bring about drastic goals
breathing in the fresh air we,
stand straight facing the sun
years have passed when we were free
but why still freedom beckons
i look at myself and feel
the surroundins are dumb
although i am a part of freedom
why my feet are limping and numb
when all the ways lead
to the same woeful end
then how can anyone feel that
freedom is not to pretend
when the dreams of freedom
shackled by my own mother's son
when hearts produce hurts
why shouldn't freedom beckon
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