Poem : A Day of Freedom

Some days, I just walk down the way,
and look around the concrete-forests as they say.
But what we often forget at times,
is that this concrete was incubated from clay.

Wet deformed clay that was left behind,
withered by a tug of war between cruel and kind,
and the only silver lining that we got from it,
was the freedom to shape the clay by our mind.

And this is why we celebrate this day,
so those who freed us have confidence to say,
that no matter what set of events may succeed,
freedom will always carve its way.

Some will find their freedom in the range of their sight,
while some will find their freedom in the food they bite.
Some will find their freedom in the games they play,
while society will find its freedom when people will unite.

Some will find their freedom in the little texts they write,
while some will find their freedom in flying of a kite.
And at the dawn of the day, when society wakes,
our freedom will be alive in every fundamental right.

But then I see streets with trash in stock,
and I see chaos becoming parts of everyday talk,
and I realise that even though we have come a long way,
we still have miles to run before we walk.
                                      -Sushant Kumar Das