The Story of a redeemed Soul

I write my poems keeping in mind, It always conveys the idea behind. I refrain myself from using words, that has the charm but no real purpose. my vocabulary thus is not quite strong, but i have the power to express my song. Of all the words that lie at my awake, i deliver my thoughts square and straight. I care not for formats i care not for styles, but i am happy as long as my message spreads a mile. I seek no fame I seek no prize, I seek to help others gain insight. For the real essence of poetry lies, to help mankind Awake, Arise. I am not a poet born, But i started writing them since Realization dawned. Like the rest The Goal of my life, was to seek Freedom day and night. And like the rest with intention Universal, I began my search, by running after things material. I sought Freedom from the absence of toys, The toys came, with freedom devoid. I sought freedom by experimenting their kinds, But still no freedom I had in my mind. As time changed so changed my taste, I then sought Freedom with all my haste. I smoked the cigar I drank the whiskey, But what was wanting? the freedom whose nature was mystic. I fancied the female with the perfect face, only to realize it is her body I seek.