FOR FREEDOM’S SAKE

FOR FREEDOM’S SAKE


He grew up in the hills and vales
Amongst cedars and oaks.
But then one day he said goodbye
To his old gentle folks.
He left them all, for freedom’s sake.

He had a sweetheart, lithe and fair,
Whose eyes held a bright gleam.
They both had a little secret
And shared a common dream.
But they parted, for freedom’s sake.

He worked in a workshop where he
Had mastered all the ropes.
That he would manage it one day,
He harboured real hopes.
He gave them up, for freedom’s sake.

And now, away from home and hearth,
Away from his sweetheart,
Away from the job which he liked,
He had made a new start.
He went for it, for freedom’s sake.


• Written in abcbD, 8-6-8-6-8 format

M C Gupta
30 November 2008