Freedom is kept, never won.
Treasured in the womb of our consciousness.
Practised every passing moment.
Grown, tendered, nurtured, across time.
Rooted in the individual minority of us all.
It never dies, was spoken about in every epoch past.
Indestructible by fire, wind, water and nature.
Given by god, to gods within.
Burning bright incessantly,
Brining light of knowledge, diversity and dissent.
Ever aligned to the supreme sublime.
We live free, forever.

Hardik Vaidya

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