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 Freedom came cheap  Poetry listing

My friend is a lawyer;
He is wealthy, and successful, as his parents,
As well as mine, would call him-
He deals with law and doles with justice-
He is a god in today’s world.
And sometime back, we two were at the same place;
Loving the same girl, watching the same film,
And getting the same marks we frolicked through our teens,
And then at crossroads we found each other
As our ways diverged.

No, it wasn’t chance that brought us apart,
Just that I was a dunce and he was smart,
Just that he listened when his parents barked
But deaf was I unlike my counterpart.
When the sight of lucre tempted my friend,
He ran like the hare without his share of rest;
I was the tortoise who slept, and indeed he came best.

I now look around and dwarfed am I
In the midst of strangers who seem so great-
Sages said time runs fast and they learnt how not to be late.
I, with beliefs antiquated, remain back from this horde
Which is forever seeking what’s beyond its reach.

Even as I walked upon tender feet, fraught was I with
The dreams and expectations of many that surrounded me-
I felt like the bound horse and I wished to flee,
I felt like the caged bird longing to be free-
And then I trampled the hopes built around me.
Freedom is great but it comes at a price,
To me it came cheap, or that’s my surmise.
-31\12\98,Calcutta-63

COMMENTS :

The modern world is very materialistic. Some years back I had the opportunity to visit the ashram of a sage who wondered why all parents were always wishing their children to become great men, in the sense of rich men, when they grow up, and why no parent wanted their children to become just good men. Thus when the parents themselves cannot be expected to wish a good future for their children, it is rash and foolish indeed to expect any enlightened belief on part of the children themselves. The education system is heavily charged to serve the materialist end. Literacy and not education is the stress of all governmental efforts.

And the real victim is the student, the child. He is pressed into pursuing studies, which does not suit his nature or aptitude, but instead which holds better financial prospects. He is aggrieved, he is angry, he is burdened, he is chained to the exigency of the age, but he is not free. Freedom comes at a price, which many are not prepared to pay.

See also Rancour.

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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