Song of Freedom

In the early morning

the warble of a bird

There is a song of freedom

Cold water of Ganges

splashing over the rocks

There is a song of freedom.

Tinkle of her bangles

as she pumps the water

There is a song of freedom

The morning ‘azan’

and the evening ‘aarti’

There is a song of freedom.

In the rain

a peacock dancing in the backyard

There is a song of freedom

Giggle of children

as they fly kites at the hilltop

There is a song of freedom

Echo of the flute

in the silence of the snowfall

There is a song of freedom

In the prayer of a mother

for her soldier son at the border

There is a song of freedom

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