FREEDOM

FREEDOM

Freedom is costlier than blood in veins
How blood could be called blood
If not filled with the passion of freedom
How many weapons you would use
How many bullets you would shoot
How many lives you would take
New blood would be born every day
Born again with the passion of freedom
Not fearful of bleeding, instead dignified
Why fighting the loosing battle with these hearts
You might come with all forces
But not enough to beat the courage in them
They have abandoned the worry of death
With the hope of becoming martyr
Life at the cost of respect has no value for them
Fragrance of freedom is like that of musk
Which these hearts have already smelled
Now want to see it with their eyes
Untill they would fight and bleed

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