By Ali Asghar
Am I free the day I am born,
Chained to a culture,
Chained to a religion,
Already being fit into a norm.
Going to school was to teach me the meaning.
Books and text all had freedom screaming,
Chained again to the thought of being free from a alien rule,
If this alone is freedom then I am being a fool.
Liberal ways usher in for a brief time,
As a teen, there aren't many things that I care a dime.
Those seven years slip through fast,
Feeling of freedom is not one that lasts.
Beyond adolescence, chained now I become to the cycle of labour,
Earn, run , win for the sake of bread,
In a ruthless vicious well of dread.
Freedom is now only a passing thought,
Such a turn to where life has got.
I was still alive until this,
Majority of us mistake it as a bliss.
Life lost to a human chain,
Nothing except captivity and confinement remain.
To be free is a sin,
To be free is selfish,
To be free is against,
To be free is outcast,
Think freely and you are amoral,
Think freely and you are disloyal.
Chain yourself and you will survive,
A life that ends with nothing to describe.