Freedom
When I think of it
I actually long for it
But am I the only one longing for it?
No!!
Because for what I long is the world's most desiring thing: Freedom
It's the one for what the battles were fought.
It's the one for what the revolutionaries were born.
But its implications are changed now,
And you know it somehow
Now we have the rights and all
But there's always a bafflement in the inner of me.
Haven't we taken 'Freedom' for granted?
And aren't we forgetting our duties?
Or do we still need some more of it to be the best of all?
These are conflicting convictions but these are mine.
Oh! I too have that 'right to freedom' perception.
Everyone is free to express
in the world to impress
But remember your freedom should ne'er be the chain on anyone!
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