Prabhleen Sibal


Freedom: my life


Freedom is my right to lead a life with peace and dignity,
Where never once am I coerced to follow the path of others,
Nor does one says me to stop and look behind,
And ask me who I am and where I go.
My freedom is my belief in myself,
Which never will I lose for the sake of this world.
Though I carry with me an empty stomach,
And not a penny in my pocket,
But till the time I live,
My freedom will stay besides me,
ALWAYS.
I know achieving my freedom is tough,
But nevertheless, it isn't impossible.
For I know the value of what my freedom is,
And will strive to get and never ever lose it.

Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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