I Sang the freedom song.

Aadil Ghulam Bhat

Poet and Author

(Born on 02/04/1999)

Once free, I roamed the sky,

With wings that carried me high.

A world of wonder and a life of bliss,

No cage, no chains, no tethered kiss.

But then one day, I met a man

Who offered food with a gentle hand.

I trusted him, for in my heart

I had no fear, there was no smear.

But as I sat upon his gentle palm,

He locked me up in his golden cage.

The cage was small, its walls were cold,

My wings were clipped, and my spirit sold.

I sang a song of freedom then,

Of skies that held me high again.

I cried and wept for what I'd lost,

My innocence, my bliss, my cost.

And yet I sang with patience too,

For in my heart, I knew it's true,

That freedom comes to those who wait,

Who persevere, who don't berate.

So with my voice sweet and clear,

I sang the song for all to hear,

Of tyranny and betrayal too,

And of lost beauty, of hurting pain.

I, the innocent bird, with my pitying voice,

Sang the song of tyranny with no rejoice.

But still, I croon with all my might,

For freedom, for justice, for the light.

ABOUT AUTHOR.

Aadil Ghulam Bhat is a poet and writer from Kulgam in Jammu & Kashmir. He is well-known for his colourful and captivating literary works. Bhat writes with a great understanding of his surroundings and the clear cultural past of Kashmir, having graduated with a Bachelor of Science from Kashmir University. His poetry explores love, nature, and spirituality, while his literature crafts gripping tales that delve into the human psyche. Because of his talent in the literary world, Bhat is now acknowledged as a rising star in the area of writing.

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The Defiler.

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