“A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.”
Our confined sphere says, life is a struggle, begging for the days, when leaves will rustle. For the days, when we are done, without any wish, and expectation none. For the days, when flowers will bloom, there will be sun, to zap our doom. For the days, when life will be bliss, you will have all, and none to miss. But let's today, just erase this line, we are not mere, we are born to shine. Having a perfect life, is our choice, let's today listen, our inner voice.
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