A Slave Can Never Sing Joy

We all live But how many live a beautiful life? Beautiful life is not a gift That falls from heaven in sky. We must work for it. Wishing it not enough, Asking for it not enough, We must work for it. And it's tough. Not because it's physically painful, But because, greed desire pride Tie us to unnecessary objects and subjects. If our wings are tied Then how would we sing and dance While flying in sky called freedom? Freedom equals happiness. Only a free life can sing joy Slave cannot. Free yourself o human Free yourself. How long would you stay slave To your own desire?