many a time i wonder br what's freedom is all about br the world and i br are so much obsessed br that when freedom does dawn br it's hardly ever discerned br pity, chained to the idea, the idea br in itself is taken for freedom br what's freedom worth when br in its name we collectively br and individually cling to that br misrepresented ideology? br when we spend last dropp of energy br in defending a clinging ideology? br can we ever free our clinging selves br from the chain br of grief br of bonds br within and without br and the resultant nightmares br that make us restive br in sleep as well wakefulness? br can we ever succeed in drawing br atleast one breath in that br one moment of fleeting freedom br and cherish it? br br 20dec2009 br 19.