He was born free a long time ago
When his mind and body were young.
He loved the village lanes
And the busy market towns.
He loved the river walks, the trees and the wild lakes,
The secret haunts of the mountains.
There he created dreams and destroyed them in thousands.
There it was where his dreams grew wings;
Like the frolicsome morning shadows,
He raced the breeze to the foot of the hills.
He flew to the gilt land of moonbeams
And bathed in the mellow lakes of sunshine.
There he rode the fast wind horses to the clouds,
Free from prejudices and dogmas.
Like the birds in the trees, he was free,
Free to sing the songs close to his heart,
To fly and plane dangerously in the wind
And dare the vehemence of enigmatic storms.
Who cares what the books say?
As long as his mind was free to dare and explore
And bring home sweet treasures,
Untarnished by short-minded confinements.
But since, he has lost his freedom,
Gradually circumvented by inveterate bookish weeds.
He was imprisoned by many a belief and superstition
He would rather live behind prison bars
With his mind free to wonder and wander
Free to love
To reason and to understand
Than his body free to rove
And his heart and mind condemned to vegetate in educated darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem