Loud Silence

We revel 75 years of Independence, from colossal colonial rule it was unanimous struggle that helped us get through. Entitled to rejoice this liberty, but the conundrum is, Are we truly free? Haven, ma chez I listen to my invisible guest I do not speak, but wait, then it slips away leaving a tragic face. I recollect merry mo; Us: Pythias and Damon, till he fell ill to eclipse of human reason. Thou art still in shackles if bound by civil perils: ostracism, vandalism, arson Bias and prejudice. Had we raised voice, his people wouldn’t have to suffer a great deal today. Authority sits by, Leisurely watching ruckus nearby. All in noisy silence Suffering place and time.