under the flying wings
no one restrict the flowing of Air
even in the mother’s womb
no one obstruct the breathings of Life
Freedom is like that
life and freedom not separable
like that of fragrance from the flower
Freedom is the essence of the life
without it – there is no life at all
shafiqah1
August 15, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
I Agree, this is what Freedom is 😉
johncoyote
September 7, 2012 at 12:17 pm
Freedom is not missed till we do not have it. I like your logic and thoughts in this poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
advocatemmmohan
September 8, 2012 at 11:12 am
thank u