Freedom From Childhood Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Every walks of life humans likes freedom
From cradle to grave freedom they seeks
The little child tries to be free
When the mother takes it and walks
For freedom it cries aloud
When it is frightened in demon stories
The boy or girl it grows well
But freedom curtails by their own parents
The boy of twelve asks for a bicycle
The parents refuses stating he is not matured
The freedom here definitely denied
The little one cries in helplessness
But things have changed and signals ready
Where every one is in free to decide the fate
But every where sometimes it threatened in misuse
Freedom the value and spirit so much high.