freedom

freedom is my birth right
freedom is not a flower that blossoms over night
it is a mountain of molten lava
rising and spreading and cooling across the crust
it is attacked by the wind and cold
freedom is a clay you can mould
it is up to you what you create
it is a decision to be made
freedom is a child sitting in the classroom asking question after question
it is the writer seeking the right word for his poem
or the painter seeking the perfect colour
because in freedom there is a certain valor and truth
Freedom is to aspire
it is thee young boy hitting sixes in his street in pursuit to be the next big cricketer
it is the young boy copying actors in banaras to be on glowing billboards
it is the boy holding a candle in his hand to fight for justice for a rape victim
it is the rape victim going on national television to spit in the face of stigma
and it is the stigma itself that is questioned with freedom

it is an emblem of light to choose who it is you want to be
a long haired poet who writes about world peace and nature
or a black caped lawyer who has a mind that is focused on justice
the choice is all yours
because you see freedom is a state of awareness
it is as limited as you make it and as infinite as the confines of your mind
freedom is not what you find when you look around you
but when you search within yourself
it is how much you make of the freedom that you get
because at the end of the day
it is you who ignites the flame of freedom
yours always shania