Jarasandha And Freedom Of Expression Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

An
Old
Story
Of a king
Called Jarasandha
Comes to mind when I think about
Freedom of expression and the liberty of speech;
The king was born to two mothers as two lifeless halves
And later combined into one
By a witch, Jara;
The evil
mind thus
He
Owned

To
Save
Other
Kings from his
Incarceration
Bhima was entrusted to get
Involved in a duel with him, in which Bhima tore
Apart his body lengthwise pieces and threw away
But soon the thrown body parts joined
Together to make
Him revive,
More than
Twelve
Times

The
Lord
Krishna
Only knew
About his weakness
So, the lord gestured to Bhima:
Throw away the torn body parts to two opposite
Directions so that the parts not get joined together;
Jarasandha was a cruel
King who killed many;
Nemesis
Never
sheds
tears


It
Seems
Same fate
For freedom
Of expression in
Some of the countries in the world;
The freedom lies somewhere and expression lies somewhere;
Where there is freedom, people there have no expression;
Where there is expression, there is
No freedom at all;
Free speech there
Always
Seen
Split

In
this
free world
Some people
Are scared of right words
Sure, the impact of loaded words
Are heavier than all arsenal loaded to rain
Numerous epitaphs of free thinkers speak that truth
Yet, liberty of speech lives long
This great concept shall
Never wilt
Until
World
Ends

(Fibonacci Poem, Syllables: 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,13,8,5,3,2,1,1
in five segments)