One day somebody asked me

One day somebody asked me,
What freedom means to you.

For me,
Freedom is illumination of my soul.
It allows me to fly to horizon hem
But keeping feel of terra firm.
It makes my mind reposed and sound
filled with tranquil thoughts.

A luminary asked me one day,
How freedom is important to you.

For me,
Freedom is the strength who
pushes me to choose my own path,
encourages me to break the chains of stereotype.
Freedom is my vehement to think, view
and to become cogent.
It fills inside of my heart with good sight of thoughts.

One day a personage asked me,
Why freedom is important to you.

For me
because of that,
I smile, I laugh,
I giggle in such a way that
it gives glitters to my eyes.
It makes me sparkle like a star in the night,
It makes me open my mind
to view happiness of every kind.
It Fills Me with ardor and fervor,
It makes me strong enough
To be alone,
To sit in silence,
To talk with inside self.

Someone of note asked me one day,
What Freedom does to you.

For me,
Freedom makes me hardy enough  
To look up,
whisper thankful words to heaven.
To look down,
to see where am I standing.
To look sides,
to hold hands of my loved ones.
To look back,
to embrace my darkest marks.
To look forward,
see what is important
and what I have to grapple upon.

It taught me,
Freedom is just being you
without anyone's permission.