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
