Freedom Of Innocence

To walk a mile in unknown mystic woods alone
To long for a star filled night sky of the cosmos
To seek a soil of red lucky seeds and berries
To sit in silence with a wall around as thick as iron
To brood to weep to grin with no logic to prove
How it is all turned as a long lost notebook memory
Of a tender childhood aura of pure innocence
How the crusade of freedom so arduous to clasp
How the flag post, the flag that of honour so lone
The dawn of sparkling light after the midnight chaos
The pacts, the treaties the beliefs ripped one into two
A bird on the nest of a tree in surprise finds its roots in one
And branches spread in a strange unknown land
Divided by barbed wires for a few to appraise an unseen God
With no answer to reason out but to sit quiet and watch
The destined endless freedom struggles of this globe
To break free from the fetters of a million outer layers

Amidst of war cries and unusual blockades on peace pacts
There remains in heart a childlike soul that of an ancient era
With a tricolour in hand to cherish a struggle that of freedom
With an emblem on it of mankind and hope…

By Rema Pisharody