High Speed Freedom

Freedom is like a metro
You and I
Are standing
In different stations
Waiting for freedom to come
In full speed without sound.
We don’t even hear
The sounds of the displaced
And even the whispers
Of environment below.
We travel underground
And over ground
With full convictions
That freedom is speed.
And the moment we get down
Our freedom is gone.

Freedom is like a metro
You and I are standing
In different stations
Discussing with each other
And watching different boards
At every station
Of dalits, adivasis or women,
Or communalism, sexuality minorities,
Environment, displacement, development
Marginalisation of nationalities,
Human rights of our own choices
And even about globalisation or
The languages of the dead and living
And about our common future
With dreams of a rising sun
For public good and humanity
With a desire to live
For peace, justice and harmony.
The stations are different
And we know where we get in
Or get out without watching
The faces in other stations
The destiny is our station
To fulfil the desire for freedom.
And the moment we get out
Our freedom is gone.

Freedom is like a metro
Rushing through all stations
Leaving us all behind
In full speed
And our freedom is gone.

K.P. Sasi is a film maker, writer, cartoonist and an activist

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K P Sasi

K.P. Sasi is a film maker, cartoonist, writer and an activist

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