Freedom

Freedom is my state of being able to keep my needs and wants under my control, safeguard my rights to decide for myself.  My freedom does not allow me to harass others and play with their emotions and feelings in any way.

I am inspired with Iqbal's poetry for children since my childhood.  Only a person who can feel the pain of a little, helpless bird in prison can produce an ideology to free a slave nation to become a promised nation.  

FREEDOM by ALLAMA IQBAL 

To my mind those

Days of past are coming

When in the garden was spring

And everyone chirping

Where is such a freedom nowadays

By their own wish one comes and goes

Wound upon my heart is going sore

As upon the tears of dew smiles the flower

That pleasant-seeming picture

That lovely-seeming figure

Prosperous by which

Was my abode

In my home is no more coming

The cry of those who're humming

Had my freedom been

In the hands of my own!

How misfortunate I am

My own home searching I am!

My friends in their nation

Laying I am in this prison

Spring's come

Buds of flowers are smiling

In this dark home

About my fate I am wailing

Who in this prison

Will my misfortune listen

I fear that in this nest

Will be my final rest

My garden since I left

This has been my state

Grief with heart is consumed

And heart with grief is consumed

Take this not as a song

O the ones who listen!

Of grief-stricken hearts

This is the sound of a plaint

Free me O warden

From this prison

I am speechless prisoner

Set me free and gain my prayer