The Priceless Freedom – a Carefree Life
There are crests and troughs
As always in life ,
Sometimes it resembles
A la, circle of life.
Eon ago, when man set foot
On this holy earth ,
He wandered as a nomad
With no inhibitions.
He ate, drank and slept
To his heart’s content
Never worried about
Who will attack him.
Neither cared about
What tomorrow holds ,
He lived his moments
Of priceless freedom.
Times have changed…
We look inside ratholes
For our enemies ,
In fear of attack.
We bomb countries ,
Kill innocent civilians
In the name of freedom
And fool ourselves.
We hunt , to avoid
Getting hunted
We wake up , as though
There was no tomorrow.
People can say
Freedom has no price,
Hence lost lives
Are all for a good cause.
Yet , I beg to defy
Freedom is not priceless
If we continue to fear
For the unreasonable.
If , time could rewind
I yearn for those
Invaluable Golden days
Of Priceless Freedom.
Created By
Shantha Shanmugham
