Freedom at last

At some destined point of time, The long drawn battle bears fruit. Of freedom, that sweet, exhilarating force, That gives existence its deepest meaning. I am glad I borne the pain, The struggle that consumed me, half my life. To bring me to utter those simple, few words, Of the cry of the day, Yesterday. The promise of the past will now run the future! A hope that cruelly crushed many other hopes. That may as well soon get crushed. But it was the only hope that kept life afloat all these years. It is no idle venture, to take control of life. In its wake it makes life itself the centre stage, the very purpose of existence. ...
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