Freedom And Slavery

A pair of sparrow
On my window
For tomorrow was
Making the nest

All wit they applied
Grasses and twigs
They supplied
Made the best

And here my Aghaz
Happy enough
Dreaming to have eggs

Although both,
The Bird and my son
Dreaming and dreaming

Though both were dreaming
Yet dreams differ,
Eggs were under the threat
Without agony and fret
One to hatch and bring them
Into the beautiful world
To fly into the heaven freely
The other to make them slave
And to kill by unwanted love
Love can’t be poked every where.

by Aftab Alam

Comments (35)

and the number was 666
So nice poem.............Best poem......So amazing thought.........Beautiful....
So nice poem.............Best poem......So amazing thought.........
a typo in line twelve (italics?) and in the second 'laSt' line
Willie had Trump in Mind.
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