It is not difficult to overcome external obstacles.
It is not difficult to remove the external bondage.
It is difficult to tell your own the way to their home.
Sometimes, the stranger sitting among our own people is not recognised
Even though the chains outside may be visible, the knots inside goes unnoticed.
Is it enough to cut the chains and handcuffs, rejoice, sing praises?
Does it serve any purpose?
Freedom is not a statue that sits in a temple.
If you want to worship it, then compete with the stars.
Freedom is not a light flower that sways with the wind.
To lift it, weigh the strength of your shoulders and arms.
It is a responsibility.
It is a commitment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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