chandra mouli Chilaka

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chandra mouli Chilaka

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Freedom

Freedom

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With business lost and savings drained,bankruptcy loomed near,

Thoughts of ending my life,burdened by sorrow and fear ,

Lost in my struggles,In the depths of despair,


as I entered my home, a scene unfolded before my eyes,

My wife cooking with love, My father focused on his office ties.

My sister preparing for a job interview, my children playing with delight,

Unaware of my anguish, basking in the present's joyful light.


In a somber mood,I retreated to my room, my last words to pen,

A letter to my family, my farewell before life's end.

Yet, a word reached my ears,whispered by the wind,

"Freedom," it beckoned, igniting a fire within.


Questioning the essence of freedom's true embrace,

I sought answers from my loved ones,each with a different trace.

My wife spoke of freedom in decisions, both big and small,

And a day free from the chores of a housewife's ceaseless call 

and to be independent Like bird in the sky.


My father, with a smile, found freedom in retirement's bliss,

To be with family, grandchildren's laughter, a life filled with peace.

My sister, wearied by preparations,sought freedom in self-reliance,

An independent life,free from others' whims and compliance.


But their answers left me yearning,still unsatisfied with their answers,

Independence alone, I thought, I cannot truthfully reside.

Venturing outside, wandered in contemplation's embrace,

In search of freedom's essence, in each step's measured pace.


There, a merchant selling his wares,and he caught my eye,

Curiosity tugged at my soul,urging me to question why.

He spoke of freedom in wealth, to be free from life's woes,

Yet, I pondered deeper, unsure if this was where truth flows.


Money, I realized, granted freedom from some strife,

But it fell short, unable to encompass freedom's breadth of life.

I yearned for more, a deeper understanding to perceive,

For the meaning of true freedom, my soul did grieve.


In the temple's hallowed halls,a monk sat in serene repose,

No worldly possessions, no riches to enclose.

Approaching him,I implored, "Holy monk, what is true freedom?"

With a gentle smile,He shared wisdom's sacred kingdom.


"Release desires that exceed your true need,

Embrace contentment, pray to a higher creed.

In selflessness and good deeds,freedom shall reside,

Unshackled by wants,your spirit shall truly glide."


Confusion still clouded my mind, doubts continued to entwine,

I journeyed onward, searching for divine answers.

A couple dining on scraps,selling the gathered refuse,

I approached, inquired, seeking perspectives to diffuse.


They longed for freedom from hunger's relentless plight,

And from society's judgment,discrimination's bitter bite.

The woman, despite poverty's grip,sought respect and grace,

A yearning for dignity, regardless of her life's humble place.


Their questions resonated, piercing through my troubled heart,

If money granted freedom, Why were divisions set apart?

For even the wealthy faced societal lines and strife,

True freedom, it seemed, eluded a materialistic life.


Fatigued and perplexed,I sat beneath a tree's embracing shade,

Contemplating existence,pondering the choices I had made.

A voice within urged me to ask the animals roaming free,

For their understanding of freedom, unburdened by human decree.


In a haze of questions, I stood,

Silent, their answers misunderstood.

Home called, weary steps led me astray,

To sleep, as night took hold of the day.


In dreams, a forest, I roamed alone,

A weeping tree, its sorrow shown.

"Why do you cry, my verdant friend?"

I asked, seeking solace to lend.


"Insects inflict a painful plight,

Death nears, my end in sight,"

The tree whispered, tears on leaves,

Seeking release from nature's thieves.


"Embrace the freedom, green and true,

From anguish and pain, bid adieu,"

My words fell upon bark and air,

The tree laughed, freedom beyond compare.


"Life's worth, in seconds, is defined,

Not to rush death, but moments refined,"

Sunlight kissed its crown, the tree proclaimed,

Freedom in morning's light, untamed.


Joy filled my being, heart aflutter,

Yet, I questioned, "I'm not a tree, just another,

How do animals perceive freedom's grace?"

The tree advised, "Seek their embrace."


I wandered to a deer, grazing the plain,

Asked, "Dear friend, what freedom do you attain?"

"To be free from predators' chase," she replied,

But my query remained, predators' freedom implied.


"Ask them," she urged, pointing the way,

So deep into the forest, I ventured, come what may.

A lion, regal and fierce, caught my sight,

I trembled, mustering courage, despite.


Approaching the king with trembling voice,

I asked, "Oh, ruler of the wild, what is your choice?

What does freedom mean to you, strong and bold?"

"To be free from humans," he growled, untold.


Humanity's grip, his freedom's fight,

His answer stirred a thought, a plight.

Do humans possess freedom, I pondered anew,

To find an answer, another human I pursued.


For hours, I searched, no human in sight,

I halted, resting under a tree's respite.

But the forest, in anger, bellowed, "Depart!

Freedom from humans, a cry in my heart."


Perplexed, I questioned, "Oh, forest fair,

Why this anger? Do you not still care?"

"Deforestation, a plea to be free,

From human acts, let my essence be."


Grief enveloped me, sorrow ran deep,

Humans' deeds, the forest's pain to keep.

To make amends, I left the woodland dear,

Promising change, a vow crystal clear.


Beyond the forest, a rocket stood tall,

My vessel for flight, freedom's beckoning call.

I soared into the sky, seeking solace on high,

Until a gunshot echoed, my ascent awry.


Descending swiftly, I disembarked,

War's devastation, its horrors stark.

I implored the defenders, "Why this strife?

To claim freedom, a precious life?"


"Freedom from the oppressor," they cried,

In their eyes, liberation implied.

To the attackers, I posed the same query,

Their response, chilling, callous, and fiery.


"To fight for freedom, no matter the cost,

In our hands, freedom's line is crossed."

I challenged their view, their cruel embrace,

How could destruction be freedom's face?


Dialogue ensued, the war was laid to rest,

Freedom granted, the defenders were blessed.

Happiness blossomed, their joy untamed,

Back in my rocket, I soared unchained.


As I traversed the sky, a new demand,

A quest for freedom, echoes across the land.

People divided, seeking independence's light,

I pleaded, "Grant them freedom, end their plight.".


Voices of independence beckoned nigh.

Different people yearned for freedom anew,

Bound by colors, religions, and thoughts askew.

I implored one group, "Grant them their rights,

Let freedom be the beacon, shining through the nights."


Agreeing at last,they divided their domain,

Freedom blossomed,as unity did wane.

With a heart relieved, I embarked once more,

On my rocket, leaving behind this uproar.


Towards the moon,a sanctuary from division,

Where borders fade, and unity finds provision.

No colors, no languages, no leaders at hand,

Only one Earth, adorned in azure grand.


On the moon's surface, I rested my soul,

But gazed through my telescope, seeking the whole.

Smoke billowed from industries, the earth scorched by fire,

My heart ached, witnessing nature's funeral pyre.


I questioned our mother, "What ails thee so?

I have done no wrong, lived in harmony's flow."

Her reply carried anguish,a plea to atone,

"One brick cannot build, nor one saved me alone."


Vowing to protect her, her message I'd spread,

To free her from pollution, by every means I'd tread.

Awakening from slumber, beside my beloved wife,

I stepped outside, greeted by the sun's gentle strife.


Life tests us with challenges, to rise and to grow,

No absolute freedom, yet we strive to bestow.

Together we sat, planning a future so bright,

Heeding our mother's call, weaving dreams in the light.


With tea in hand, and love in our hearts,

We set forth on a path, where new journeys start.

For life's trials may be arduous, this we know,

But with purpose and passion, we'll continue to grow.


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