Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Are We Really Free? - Poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Freedom, a state of mind,
Freedom, an illusion,
Freedom, a nonsense of lunatic
Until it is spiritual.
As long as we are slaves of
Our petty self-interests,
And our false ego,
We are not free.
We may celebrate the festival of freedom Hundred times,
We are still slaves.
The Independence Day marks
the spiritual one.
Unless we are spiritually free,
We are like sheep devoid of sentiments.
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