Freedom Poem by Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................

Freedom, can it be defined?
No, it is beyond words
The joy, the satisfaction
The independence that you feel
Cannot be given by something else
Other than you being set free.

For more than two centuries
We had been striving to be free
If it was something insignificant
Why did our leaders fight?
Why did they sacrifice themselves?
Yes, we knew
That there were dreams of millions
Dreams waiting to be real
We wanted to be on our own
We wanted to be free

And so we broke all barriers
Setting out to score high
To reach the skies and prove ourselves
We became independent
We became our masters

Freedom,
Something amazing
Something mighty
Something that cannot be expressed
An experience we should never forget…………………….