Poem on Freedom of Expression
Here's a poem on freedom of expression that needs no description. Expressions getting buried due to aggression by the hands of obsession.
Dying fast in an acquaintance, by hands of obsession
Love brought care
Care brought possession
While keeping the smiles between the cheeks
'Control' took over the possession
No choice, no word to say
Existence is always being kept at bay
Every few days, things come to hault
Battle starts again on who is at fault
Worst to add,
He didn't shower His blessings
Thousands around, got one or two
Here, it always went missing
Nothing at help, I am still surviving
Raise your voice suggested a few
I continue keeping mum,
As I know days won't get the same as they were blue
I should be still happy
With what I have and Who I am
I loose and You always win
Has become an everyday game.
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