Freedom is the liberation of heart and soul from the dim sea of blood flowing in savage race, where peace settle on naked skin and let gulfs shred off, to break the chains of labelled facades.
Freedom is the belief of northern stars twinkling sovereignty on the outskirts of cities drifting in dust lately, where existence choose a name to puff veins in gloom and dark, before the constellations of human thoughts drown in rivalries.
Freedom is the longest flight of acceptance, often crossed by struggling hopes from ancient times, where rebellions were led and womens paid breaths for dignity, toil'd of burning charcoal and sunshine end was same, death was close yet achieving freedom was the only work of noble note.
Freedom is a panacea in sabotage raining equality over margins left untravelled, where rain and rainbows give voice to our free hearts and free foreheads, where I seek freedom in the eternal moment of silence, to hoard myself rather than prisoned tales. ~Purva