Freedom is kept, never won.
Treasured in the womb of our consciousness.
Practised every passing moment.
Grown, tendered, nurtured, across time.
Rooted in the individual minority of us all.
It never dies, was spoken about in every epoch past.
Indestructible by fire, wind, water and nature.
Given by god, to gods within.
Burning bright incessantly,
Brining light of knowledge, diversity and dissent.
Ever aligned to the supreme sublime.
We live free, forever.
'Born free, but fettered everywhere'...... It is a contrary thought! So which is correct.... so disputable! To some extent man's freedom and slavery are within man himself! Enjoyed this poem... a little off the track!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the poem, but is freedom a cosmic truth? you mean, universal, I think