NOT MY LAST POEM

Not a last poem
A reality blemishes imagination,
I began writing
Freedom felt taken away,
In the season of prosperity
It is privatizing
How you find me,
I do not know
A good research has a finding
How a mind finds freedom?
When it is privatizing
Sleep erases reality
I felt the erase,
Next morning

Dr. Baljit Singh
Saturday 30th December 2017