It was Sunday, <br />Ya, I am quite sure, <br /> It was Sunday <br />My loving Aghaz, <br /> The youngest son <br />I asked politely to him <br />Have you finished your home work? <br />Boldly he said: No.. <br />I asked, why? <br />Replied he: holiday means what? <br />If there is holiday <br />There's should not be work <br />Holiday means, only enjoyment <br />Why to play with words or numerals <br />Who will play with Teddy and Friends? <br />What for play grounds <br />I turned silently like a deep sea <br />‘A Call for freedom' <br />I decided; let him grow like a wild grass <br />With his own thought: <br />With this thought: <br />There's three kind of work for kids <br />School: learning of words and numerals: <br />Friendship: To make a society: <br /> A learning hub what learnt in school? <br />Sports: To sharpen body and mind <br />To put words and numerals at right place <br /> <br />Those who can dream without fear <br />Why can't they dream for freedom? <br />‘Tis the right, no one can be deprived of it. <br />Live with the choice of others <br />Live with one's own choice. <br />There's hell a lot of difference <br />‘Cage keeper will not bring FREEDOM' <br /> <br />I don't want to make him <br />Burden of Fear <br />I don't want to make him <br />Beast of burden<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-428/
