February 25, 2016

The Freedom

Walking with free hands

talking with free words

eating every day a free diet

living a carefree life

could be a blessing

not all are likely to get

those who are fortunate

do experience a lively strength

a bliss almost heavenly and divine. freedom

4 thoughts on “The Freedom”

Akhila says:

February 25, 2016 at 1:51 pm

it’s a true blessing without any tie-ups.. beautiful poem..

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  February 25, 2016 at 9:32 pm
  
  Thanks. Freedom is to be cherished.
  
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Mayur says:

February 25, 2016 at 8:12 pm

Like bird

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  February 25, 2016 at 9:31 pm
  
  Thanks. Birds are truly carefree.
  
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