What is the purpose of attaining freedom,
if you stay locked up inside yourself?
What purpose your wings serve,
if you decide to stay in the
cage of dogmas, curtailing conventions
and belittling beliefs forged by others?
What purpose your mind serves,
if it’s fogged with the clouds of
others’ hate, greed and ambitions?
What purpose your legs serve,
if they merely follow the mass
sleepwalking after a hypnotizing manipulator?
What purpose your hands serve,
if they are mere instruments
to fulfill someone’s evil designs?
What purpose your eyes serve,
if you see just the craftily managed
scenes to pamper the little man in you?
What purpose your ears serve,
If they just drum to the beats of
jingoism, rhetoric and false narratives?
If you are such a person as above,
you die as a baby even in old age
because you left your senses unspent;
almost untouched and virginal,
Born as a baby and dead as a baby,
Where was life during those long decades?
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