Freedom...... - Poem by simran arora
my freedom is at the priority,
conbination of adjustment,
and compromises in majority....
my freedom is my wisdom,
and wants to rais me up from all critic,
with a working mind, out of room....
my freedom is to bound me,
and not to set me free,
it dont mean to rule the streets,
but to build a safe field...
my freedom dont mean to disgide,
but work on me,
and on my passion for high lights,
it dont mean to fallow the black shadows,
but to grow and colour our own rose....
my freedom is not be fool anyone,
but to proud someone,
and to prove everyone,
my freedom dont mean to rule the clouds,
but to land on a safe tree,
aside of all pain,
under a sky of proud,
for what i did, what i am.....
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