WHEN WILL FREEDOM RISE??

WHEN WILL FREEDOM RISE?? (POEM-28) The sun is now turning into shame, The land is lame, Tears are feeble, Wing's of glory lost the nation, Bird's of the nest lost the egg of life, Dry is the land of poverty, Whe will peace whisper? There's much mockery, Life is like an ocean, Chances are never written, Bravery is turned to the wound, What of sorrow shall we await? Dost we not locate for asylum? When shall we stand for the storms, Oh rise the dust particle of humanity, Let us recite the humidity, Of freedom like curse, When shall we wear our culture? Oh poverty of the soul, Doomed are the eyes of the beholder, Dusty roads are torn, Cruelty is born, Bones are left to the host, Of freedom of miracle, Rain in us like justice, Sick is the smile, Burdened is the evil desire, Oh rise freedom of ululation to spark. *MANOJ KUMAR PANDA*