We all live
But how many live a beautiful life?
Beautiful life is not a gift
That falls from heaven in sky.
We must work for it.
Wishing it not enough,
Asking for it not enough,
We must work for it.
And it's tough.
Not because it's physically painful,
But because, greed desire pride
Tie us to unnecessary objects and subjects.
If our wings are tied
Then how would we sing and dance
While flying in sky called freedom?
Freedom equals happiness.
Only a free life can sing joy
Slave cannot.
Free yourself o human
Free yourself.
How long would you stay slave
To your own desire?
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