I can't appreciate the beautiful <br />brunettes who pass along my paths, <br />I can't praise openly and boldly <br />You are beautiful and lovely; <br /> <br />I can't sleep under the shades of Margosa tree, <br />Along the long stretch of four way road, free <br />With my folded hands as support like a pillow <br />Like a common man and the country fellow; <br /> <br />I have no manly boldness <br />To pull the emergency chain with goodness, <br />While the commuters in the train <br />Speak of politics loudly in vain; <br /> <br />I had no guts and mood <br />To spit the salty food <br />Served to me in the house <br />Where I went to ask for cash; <br /> <br />A liar on the stage <br />I can't climb the stage <br />And knock on the head <br />With folded fist of my hand; <br /> <br />I am not bold to announce <br />the death of a few notorious politician <br />As a national wellness and profit <br />And good for everyone; <br /> <br />I am confined and had no authority <br />To send the indecent persons, to the zoo - <br />Who make different noises and boos <br />While playing national anthem; <br /> <br />Freedom is my birth right <br />Is just a formal say, <br />But I had so many inhibitions <br />And restrictions! Where is my freedom?<br /><br />Dr.V.K. Kanniappan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-is-my-birth-right/
