A Thought

As the days have gone like the fading of my childhood,the austerities of the past have left some haunting memories over my present.The echo comes from the mountains and the sky seems to write it down,the stars after hearing the secrets have started to blow apart.Those who have learned the mysteries are dying in the corners of their houses.Even the world is full of swarming crowd and my country full of blooming flowers,the witness of the springs,the acceptor of glad tidings,yet some men for whom the predominance of emptiness has lashed upon are lonesome in the tumult.When the dust is spread all around,the treasures are lost amid the grains of sand,the sun is able to recognise the treasures under the ruins,beauty in the ugliness,strength in weakness,all are shining under the rays of light.Even in the utmost of ruins we belong to the air of freedom and in the days of slavery the fragrance of freedom is in the environment and even under the chains our hearts are still free and our desires still wild.They made chains to enslave men yet forgot to make chains that shall enslave our hearts,make us forgot the desire for our freedom,those born in the air of slavery are born with the desire for freedom,the courage for rebellion in their eyes.Even the oceans shall be brought to to extinguish the fire yet the spark in our hearts shall remain perpetual and unto the day of freedom every injustice done to us shall nourish our spark,make our desire more ardent,making our longing more poignant and our desire for freedom more wilder.The days bear witness our struggle and oh our land keep safe our blood in your heart,when the freedom shall be achieved bloom with full fervour.