Treasure Island

ameya deshpande


Freedom


Freedom is losing without fears
Slavery is just tears

Freedom is being proud & great
Slavery is just to regret

Freedom is something worth dying for
Slavery is nothing worth living for

Freedom is like being a warrior
If you are a slave then your fate is much sad & inferior

Freedom is like loving your woman & your wine
Slavery is just hopelessly guessing that 'I am fine'

Freedom is the truth & the success
Slavery is a grief in excess

Freedom is caring for your soul
Freedom is being master of you own destiny
Freedom is having self-respect

So if you are a slave then make yourself free
I bet that then you will grow like a sacred tree.

Submitted: Sunday, June 24, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 25, 2012

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