I got freedom
But I failed to know
What to do with it.
I got freedom
But it is not for me.
I got freedom
And I saw it not as
Applied Mathematics.
I got freedom
And I failed to understand
Its meaning.
In pen and paper
It is everything
But I have nothing.
Freedom is feeling within peace like flower with fragrance thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have summed it up effectively well. Is this not the Indian scenario?