Martyred For Freedom
What crime did
Masha do to brutally beat her to death?
Rapists, rogues,
and robbers roam scot-free.
But Masha was
callously put to death!
This woman
wished everyone to walk in dignity.
She saw her
sisters bound with crude fetters.
Her spirit
rebelled against all man-made manacles,
That bound not
their hands and legs, but mind and body,
While they
longed to dance with abandon.
This pretty girl
of Iran had brains to think.
She knew the
many restrictions imposed,
Would strangle
and cripple the fair sex.
Her rebellious
mind revolted,
When women had
to cover their heads with hijab,
And wrap
themselves in several folds of linen.
She saw in their
faces, the grimaces of tormented fear.
Allegedly she
was arrested for violating Iran’s ‘modesty code.’
The fanatics
thought that with her death,
The clamour for
freedom would die down.
But it got
blazed fierce and now thousands join,
Pledging their
solidarity to Masha, drawing inspiration from her.
Again, their
shrieks for freedom cannot be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered
darkness, they wait, hoping for a bright sunrise.
They hope to see
the rise of a girl child,
From the abyss
of an extinguished millennial flame!
A Bird That Cannot Fly
Confined within
the rusty iron bars,
Grounded
eternally to hop and trip,
Wishing to fly
into Heaven’s starry bower,
A bird beats her
wings in vain,
Voicing her
anguish in tremulous trills.
There is hunger
at every tip of her feather,
To fly and
flutter through the pathless air,
Piping melodious
tunes to drown the earth,
Seeing lands
never eyed by anyone before
Nursing her
dreams, she beats her wings again,
To reach a place
where the soul sings.
Alas! The
clamour of her beating resounds,
And she falls
asleep exhausted!
In her sleep,
her desires limp back,
She dreams of
shooting into higher altitudes.
Becoming a speck
among fleecy clouds.
But she knows
the sky that stretches limitless,
Is a premise far
beyond her reach.
As she sees
birds in flock flying away
To seamless ends
sculpting sweet images,
In her vision,
she beats her wings again,
To feel tired
and feeling tired to fall asleep,
And in sleep to
dream again of soaring free!
When Shall We Soar To Freedom
Thud of military
boots over cobbled streets,
Thundering
symphony of enemy tanks,
Deadening sound
of gun shots,
Hearts frozen
numb through fears,
Packs of wolves
springing on innocents,
Bodies mangled
by terrorist shells,
Snuffing out the
dreams of children
Pushing elders
to live in eternal horror.
Life, threatened
by night curfews,
Freedom of
expression, banned,
Life, steeped in
darkness and bound by manacles!
Here, we are
like insects trapped and stuck in a spider web,
By a hungry
arachnid, helplessly awaiting our fate.
Shackles cripple
us, we are eternally trapped.
Before darkness
closes in, let us strive hard for peace.
We need a new
world, where we can live free,
And unchain the
gates setting free our captive spirits.
How we dream of
a time with no hatred or war
But peace, love,
and freedom for all.
Where men of all
caste and creed live in harmony
Breathing free
air and having the freedom to walk and talk.
To be like
birds, to spread our wings and ride upon the wind,
Ride to seamless
heights of joy and Freedom!
VALSA GEORGE
VALSA GEORGE is a retired
professor from Kerala. After her successful career as a teacher, she took to
poetry. She writes on a wide spectrum of topics spanning Nature, Love, Human
relations et al. She has authored over 1500 poems in varied poetic forms which
she regularly posts in international poetry websites, reputed journals, and
literary publications. She has four anthologies in her name - Beats, Drop of a
Feather, Rainbow Hues, and Entwining Shadows - the latter two available on
Amazon.com. One of her poems ‘A space Odyssey’ has been included in the CBSE
syllabus (Rain Tree Course Book by Orient Black Swan) for the 8th grade
students in India from the year 2018. Another poem ‘My Fractured Identity’ is
prescribed for the undergraduate students (Voyagers) in Philippines
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