Freedom Is In Being ‘Nothing’

The seed germinates being in the darkness

And wants to see the light outside,

But it may not know who planted it and who laid the soil;

The plant grows into a tree occupying its own space,

And bears flowers and fruits when the season reminds it;

But it remains calm when someone plucks the flowers & fruits;

The tree would get back its beauty when the leaves wither away,

And when its trunks are chopped off by the selfish man,

But the tree never forgets to adhere to the purpose of its life;

The tree knows what freedom is and enjoys it all along its life,

And never bothers about any amount of apathy, harm or abuse,

But it finds fulfilment of life in dedicating itself to others;

Can man live like a tree on the street with as much freedom,

And stay unperturbed always by either praise or abuse?

But the freedom may be lost when he wants to be ‘something’.