what a soul was it? what a freedom was it?...

be free...
say what you want
as it can be
even your last
maybe your first
defy sayings to life...

i was born
i had been thrown to this world...
no sounds
no view
no touch
no taste
no words...

it was not a beginning even not an ending...
i know
i was not the last
although i was not the first...

i was free...so;
i felt
i knew
i talked
i saw
i tasted
i spoke
i wrote...

till i want to give my freedom up. i tried many times to sell my soul- whoever wanted to buy-... no one... no one want to buy...

my heart was broken and thought about the answer of why?...

a sagacious man came near me...

he asked;
-have you ever felt in love?
what a dareful question was it...i shocked...i thought...i answered
-no...
he said sadly...
-what a soul was it? what a freedom was it?...