The first thought on freedom,
Fills me with,
A spirit that,
Allows me to be,
What I want to be.
Whether it is to sing or dance,
To play Tabla or Sitar,
Make sketches or posters,
Freedom is the chance to do just what I want to.
I must confess that I also want freedom
From continuous reviews and tests,
From working too hard,
From yearning to rest.
I also want to be free
From others trying to bully me.
From being told
Follow what we say
Or be prepared
To become the laughing stock of the day.
How much I want freedom
From sense of anger and frustration!
From the feeling of occasional humiliation.
But as I turn my mind
Over and over again,
I realize that by pointing fingers at others
There is little to gain.
Let me once again think
What freedom should mean to me.
Can it ever come without a sense of responsibility?
It is fine to let the spirit soar
But freedom should not let me ignore
Issues that require my active participation,
At home, at school and in my neighbourhood.
The opportunity to walk free
Should not mean I hit anybody.
Freedom to give a speech
Should not hurt anyone’s sensibility.
The freedom to sing and dance
Should give me a chance
To expand my circle of friends
And to extend a helping hand.
I think the right to ask for things
Should be clubbed with a sense of duty.
I think now I know what freedom means to me.
Ami Sahgal, VI-A.
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