Freedom is pleasure, it is a pride,
Just like the river flowing, at the bank's side.
Freedom is hope, it is the heart's sight,
Just like the burning flame, turns all dark bright.
Freedom is feelings, not always bound,
Just like the baby there, making simply exciting sound.
Freedom is desires, awaiting to get fulfilled,
Just like the artist viewing his things, to be build.
Freedom is dreams, excites us at every stage,
Just like animals try, to get out of cage.
Freedom is power, that lifts a lame high!
Just like a bird do, to give a long fly.
Freedom is love, it is also passion,
Just like one cry after success, fails stopping emotion.
Freedom is life my friend, which I can't say,
Freedom is the God, to whom, we always, should pray.