Liberation Poem by Puskar Sikdar

In shackles of fear, the wounded lie,
One by one, they fall from the sky.
Blindfolded reigns in a crimson age,
Life is naught—while the wise stay caged.

The innocent gaze with hollowed eyes,
Their cries for justice now rise.
Oppressed, defiled, despised—this land,
Is it men who march in command?

Is life so worthless, mere toil in vain?
Tears beckon in a sorrowful refrain.
Humanity lost in a vile domain,
Freedom walks the streets in pain.

A life so bleak, bound in faith blind,
We seek an answer, leaving divides behind.
What worth has life in a political guise?
Seek, O humans—before honor dies.

The essence of mankind now lies torn,
Peace denied, hearts forlorn.
Shall hate and vengeance rule this land?
Honor is lost, yet none withstand.

Man stands bare—
—Give him shelter, as family cares.
Man stands weak—
—Offer solace, in humble prayers.

This song is the lesson life imparts,
Let all walk free with unmasked hearts!