I am not you but you are mine.
I am not me without the word of you.
You...the aura of everyone.
I am...the path walker of you.
You...is not a drop of juice which tastes sweet.
You...is the flower laddle on sticky thorns which makes a beautiful astonishing garland.

Here...
Here...
You...You...You...is...is....A...A... "FREEDOM".

- Prasanna