Freedom Is Not Free

Sunny day it was ,yet he walked miles away. Bare foot on the ground ,with mud all round, He walked anyway. With a white dhoti and a lathi, He used to say the word Azadi. Finally the day came and was called as Independence Day, When all the Britishers were castaway. Now the soilders are the one who took his responsibilities, Be it a sunny day or a snowy day, They stand erect on their way. While they fight and bleed red, we sleep comfortably on our bed. Fighting with enemies & sacrifying their lives, So,that we can peaceful live our life. Because freedom is not free!