Sunday 16 August 2015

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





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