Born Free
I climb emerald hills,And bathe in crystal clear rills.
I sing with the nightingale,
All through the storm and gale.
I am she
Who was born free.
I am not tied down with ropes.
I carry a million hopes.
I am not a punching bag.
I am not a torn rag.
I am she
Who was born free.
Old school ideas I shatter,
What you think of me doesn't matter.
No scarf shall I wear,
To cover my unruly black hair.
I am she
Who was born free.
My heart is as deep as the grave ocean,
And holds secrets beyond your notion.
I speak my mind,
In words not too kind.
I am she
Who was born free.
I make my day,
And live it in my way.
I'll be an Indian in Rome,
And an Indian at home.
I am she
Who was born free.
I am the helping hand,
I am the saviour of the land,
I am the abode of compassion,
And of mirth and passion.
If you still don't respect me,
Then who can save thee.
For, I am she
Who was born free
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-05-11 at 13:05
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