Swatantra- A Poem on Independence

The song of Swatantra

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Song of Swatantra

I can be the barren land-isolated 
or a fertile field-decorated
deep inside lies my untouched soul
the essence of being immortal
From dust I become-to end
into the dust, a cycle of pretend
in 'tween, a soul-free, identity independent
singing the song of freedom, eternally coherent
The shackles of your conditioning
never do they define my being
I stretch, I flow, I change yet forever glow
in the gentle breeze, even in a stormy blow
In lying bare or in clothing finery
naked truth being my only accessory,
I pride myself on telling my history
for in the roots of this land lies my glory
I might be your survival food or savouring feast
Yet don't you dare label me beauty or beast
Neither food nor feast, neither beauty nor beast
I'm the solitary soul you know the least
I'm the universe, I'm the atom
My spirit undivided in a stratum
It's not in you to bind me
For I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
From dust I become-to end
into the dust, a cycle of pretend
in 'tween, a soul-free, identity independent
singing the song of freedom, eternally coherent
I'm the universe, I'm the atom
My spirit undivided in a stratum
It's not in you to bind me
For I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free

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Indian homemaker with an access to pen, poetry & peace. Find poetry resources & gifts here: www.promisingpoetry.org

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Promising Poetry

Indian homemaker with an access to pen, poetry & peace. Find poetry resources & gifts here: www.promisingpoetry.org