You cannot romanticize revolution
Unless you’re truly in love with freedom:
Freedom, like life—mould in pain and joy.
Like life, freedom leaves stains of joy
And scares of pain—memories of the struggle;
And is the trophy of the won battle.
The liberation journey has not been
Without its pot-holes and bumps;
Praises to the generation before us,
Who filled and smoothed out much: Who
Did so much more with less
So we with so much more would have less to do.
Forget not, we still have debts of the sojourn
To smooth out so that the following generation
May likewise have much less to do with so much more:
You cannot romanticize liberation
Unless you’re truly in love with freedom:
Freedom, like life—mould in pain and joy.
Like life, freedom leaves stains of joy
And scares of pain; may the imprinted memories
Continue to sustain us in the remaining journey.
Remember, life’s a winding stairway; full of challenges
Around each and every turn—challenges to be conquered.
And as we climb her stairway, let us ever be mindful:
Crystal stairs are fragile and Sisyphus choices, defeating.