Freedom

Our restless mind;

Our tired souls;

Our lifeless bodies;

wants to be unbounded

by strings of pain

 Impossible it seems,

 to be independent;

 to be free

 from chains of imperfections

Days marked every year,

by people like us,

the day we got free,

from foreign  rules,

yet we are not free

Experiences of life;

memories sweet or bitter;

views of society;

relations we make;

tie us until death

Freedom is

what we do;

what we speak;

what we wear;

without worrying society

It's not politics;

It's not societal views,

It's not religious virtues;

It's us only us;

who can untie

ourselves from bounds

of ignorance