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LET'S BE FREE : RHYME 70

Let's be free from the shakles 
Of self and biases,
Of castes, colors, cessations,
Of conflicts and clashes;
Let's break the bondage of 
Dogmas and divisions,
Of spite, untruth, violence,
Of sects and religions.

Let's be free from the clutches
Of  ego and ignorance,
Of envy, anger, hatred, cruelty 
And intolerance;
Let's break free from the shell
Of  falsehood and defiance,
Of delusion, superstition, schism,
Of pride and insolence. 

Let's not admit to the weight 
Of lures and luxuries,
Of wants, desires, illusion, 
Of lies and vagaries;
Let's not admit to pressure of 
Bribes and nepotism,
Of powers, injustice, threats,
Of greeds and groupism.

Let's spread ourselves with
Light of the sun,
Let's flow with water to the
Boundless ocean;
Let's fly in the heaven with
The wings of wind,
From earth to sky to universe 
Let's ourselves find.

Let's reside in the freedom of
Divinity,
Of love, truth, peace, kindness 
And humanity;
Let's flight to freedom of trust 
And  fellow feeling
Of purity, Soul, sacredness,
And the Supreme Being. 

-- N P SAMAL 


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