Poetic-Verses
THE CALL OF FREEDOM
With broken wings,
You've not feathered all these
while.
Only the cage you smell;
Of your hated enemy.
"How long?" you cry.
No scent of the air
Of freedom;
That air outside,
Where your winged colleagues soar.
But surely, the sun rises.
You must taste the fresh breath
Of freedom.
By God's release,
This is the day of freedom.
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THE CALL OF FREEDOM
THE CALL OF FREEDOM