Free.
Free
At last.
But freedom's not.
Freedom
Has a price:
A headache
And a frown;
A jester
And a clown;
And my eyes
Looking down
This barrel
Of renown.
They laugh,
They scoff;
I try,
I deny.
But the longer
I fret,
The stronger
They get.
Mockers:
Will they kill me?
Monsters:
Will they let me be?
Lord, I wish
It was ever that easy.
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15 years ago
3 comments:
ee holay na baat...originalitiye me to asli baat chhe...bujhleen??
aay re chhokra...phir verificasan poochheichhe...kena kare lage chhe humra samjhe nay aabeichhe...
wonderful thought. nicely written.
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