Freedom Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Are we getting true freedom?
Ask our self?
In the cold frigid winter
Upon the narrow walls
The darkness always doomed us
The light, our true essence god
While we pray to come anon

Freedom,
That we also talk upon
Are in our hands
Does freedom
Only tells us to breathe peacefully
Yes, it does!
But Are we breathing it?
We should throw our soft warm bed sheets
In this chilling winter
Search upon the light
Turn the pump in a weeks
To get a few buckets of life
WE are rich and full of life
Don't know why but GOD is always angry with us
The day start
With this kind of complete freedom
The brain gets revivied with this morning freshness

Freedom,
We can enjoy upon
Think whatever, eat whatever
Talk whatever, Walk where ever
This
Gives the vague pride
To our bright future
To cross upon the thin boarder
And be whatever you want to be;
Live for those whoever you want to live for,
And work to whoever you work for
The freedom to love
The freedom to hate
And get highly upset

Sure!
There is a true sense of freedom
When you put team work
Hide your hands under the table
To exchange prosperity
You can really enjoy the true freedom!

Freedom you can found
In the empty stomach of peasants
Tuning skin of labour
In the anxiety of whole countrymen

Freedom!
Is everywhere
Had a short glance of it
Laugh hardly upon it
And don't be shameful
To enjoy Upon it
Long live freedom!
Long live freedom!