Bells Of Freedom Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

It ill behoves me to forever dwell in poverty
When I've legs to take me as far as I can go,
And eyes that perceived the vision of liberty
Far from the plagues that tormented my soul.

My dreams revealed a glimpse of the liberty
I so cherished deeply in my heart and in my soul.
When I'm finally freed from the loins of poverty
In this place that offers only the status quo.

I refused to take toils with me like all others
How benighted must be their aspiration?
To think that you can easily smother
The poverty of this place with mere perspiration.

But it occurred to me that if I defy the odds
And weave myself up the huge mountain
That would suffice to see and meet the gods;
Who will bestow upon me the delights of the fountain.

I severed the cord that bound me to my parents
Whose poverty was so dreadful as to stifle any faith;
Of a better life far away from their daily torment.
But I wagered the only thing I had as a bait.

I hear the bells of my freedom sound
I hear them get louder and louder each day.
I see the treasure that waits to be found
And my thankful heart beats, stoutly and stalwartly.