Fettered am I to this land,

Which lets me squat when I get tired of roaming its length.

Fettered am I to the Constitution,

Which at least lets me breath in between tightening the noose around my neck.

Fettered am I to my leaders (politicians),

Who let me curse them when I want to release my froth of pent-up anger.

Fettered am I to the roadside goon,

Who checks whether I speak and dress properly or not.

Fettered am I to the roadside vagrant,

Who brings me crashing back to Earth when I try to fly high.

Fettered am I to my country,

Which though free, tries to grasp me within its folds….

I am free though I am fettered…..

And that’s the Human Bondage!!!!!!!!!

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