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Free to be sad
Free to be happy

Free to be wrong
Free to be right

Free to eat
Free to sleep

Free to play
Free to stay

Free to sing
Free to dance

Free to choose
Free to move

Free from guilt
Free from expectations

Free from the world
Free to be
Free to be free

Free- when will I be?
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The Crazy Apothecary said…
All of us wish to be free.. but i was just imagining a scenario where we were free from most thoughts n burdens..life isnt too interesting without complications, aint it??
hell, on my own mere-mortal-level of understanding, i just wish i'd be free too! :P
yeh free n sad ka combination crops up at exam time!
March 24, 2008 at 12:34 PM
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Solitaire said…
At death perhaps..or even not then..we might be trapped in coffins.
March 25, 2008 at 10:53 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@TCA: xams!! dont even mention that word!

@Solitaire: well true, death is not the end all i guess!! who knows!
March 25, 2008 at 11:38 AM
ANC said…
You're already free. Everything you feel, say, do every second of your life is your choice if you really think about it.
March 26, 2008 at 7:34 AM
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